Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Young
Big
Like the opp say big business, you what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, nigga get some
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, and get your women nigga
Big business, talk Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets,
And all my loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B,
Outdated tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got on my card
Put money on they books, that's a yard
I war on the beast for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I the two cap
Love me in my city Cusack
Get a little beat and I'll loop
Get a money, I'll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride with the back
Tell 'em I don't play around with other kids
Got an in the steakhouse
bid for the ribs
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she leaving I live but I see her in a min
Got a prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a little money the tour, yeah
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the
Lemonade exterior, under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too
Bought a baby Benzo and some just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat
Go and hit the streets with that case
Time to down another cheap skate
You could he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young
Make a bitch tap out
put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, let my bitch eat pasta
Told y'all ain't stopping
Black in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
I was at one of my feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all the ID channel
Young nigga around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh