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: Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, get some business
lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get women nigga
Big business, talk shit Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the sipping, fuck around they missing, hold 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 like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck 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 like Bizzy B,
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban (damn, woah, sheesh)
on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

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

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got money on my
Put some money on books, that's a yard
I declare war on the 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 I'll that
Get a little money, oop that
Split it with my niggas in the chat
for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride with the roof
Tell 'em I don't play around with other kids
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
a trip 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 up when I pull up, ay
Got a money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under
Put you in the zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo for Kensli
Wake up early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to shake down cheap skate
You could tell lying, cheesecake

3: Young Thug]
Make a bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big
said 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
Told y'all niggas ain't
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and my schedule
Momma just me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I ain't no nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she back

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