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

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

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me like you 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 beast for my God,
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city Cusack
Get a little and I'll loop that
Get a little money, I'll oop
it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the at?"
Now I ride with the roof back
'em I don't play around with other people's kids
Got an office in the
Gotta bid for the
Got a meeting at the
Gave a to my rib
she leaving where 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 from the tour,
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too
a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat
Go and hit the with that brief case
to shake down another cheap skate
You tell he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Thug]
Make a bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
Bitch nigga need 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
y'all niggas 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, riding around the town with the pink
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and my schedule
Momma just sent me a got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked 'round, 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, done got that money, they still pop
So many blue faces on me 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
your bitch sweet, she coming back

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