Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

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

[Verse 1: Young
of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women
Big business, talk shit Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, on
Big pimping, iced out my now my mission complete
C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
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, all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging Bizzy B, woah
Outdated tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, on
Two wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin,
Uh, your old man do it like me, sheesh

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got on my card
Put some money on 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 like Cusack
Get a little beat and loop that
Get a little money, I'll oop
Split it my niggas in the group chat
for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the at?"
Now I can't with the roof back
Tell 'em I don't around with other people's kids
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a meeting at the
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she leaving I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I up, ay
Got a little money from the tour,
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you acting too friendly
Bought a Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat
Go and hit the streets with that case
Time to shake down another cheap
You could tell lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big
Bitch said nigga to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y'all niggas stopping
card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my through my God damn nana
Young nigga 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of 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 right now, nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I ain't no rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your sweet, she coming back

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh