Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

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

[Verse 1: Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, nigga get business
Whole hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er the pole, come and get your women 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 doing that, I'ma her on the sheets, yeah
And all my loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, on, hold 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 like B, woah
Outdated tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the (sheesh)
65 in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me,

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

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got on my card
Put money on they 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 city Cusack
Get a beat and I'll loop that
Get a little money, I'll oop
Split it my niggas in the group chat
Left for a then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I ride with the roof back
Tell 'em I don't play with other people's kids
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she leaving where I 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 from the tour, yeah
it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny the Simply
Lemonade exterior, under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to down another cheap skate
You could tell he's lying,

[Verse 3: Young
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
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 stopping
Black card in my wallet, feed my partner
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 with the Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a 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 around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, 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 bitch sweet, she coming

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