Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

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

[Verse 1: Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, get some business
Whole hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck they missing, hold on
Big pimping, out my crew 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 thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Latifah
on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)
Two wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big 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 you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got on my card
Put some on they books, that's a yard
I declare war on the for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little and I'll loop that
Get a little money, oop that
Split it my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I back
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 people's
Got an in the steakhouse
bid for the ribs
Got a at the Ritz
a trip to my rib
'Cause she where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour,
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the with the Simply
exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and Kenzo just for Kensli
up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to shake another cheap skate
You could he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Thug]
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
fit in my pocket
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my eat pasta
y'all niggas ain't stopping
Black in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows 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, 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, done got money, they still might pop
So many blue on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain't no rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming

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