Luyện nghe bài hát Big Babbaz

Big

Suga And Pac, And Big
[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and my fuckin rounds
Two livin legend chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, haters in ditches
We roll in like Hummers and Expeditions
Our like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, no comin between us
Two black kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be
the wine and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; to make a mill' y'all
Cause we roll the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out
Fuck wit me G you bringin all the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our love there
We spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, a fact
Suga Slim signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) Capone thuggin to bust yo' head
your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drive
Way I bust it like Suge and 'Pac

[Lil
Like Suge and 'Pac, like and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six
Like 'Face and J., like and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to a million

Like J. and 'Face, like and Run
Baby and B.G. comin through like assault machine guns
Worth more money these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit like thunder
through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we our ass last summer
We both got three or fo' we bank at first
Embassy playboy to our riches
Me and young nigga we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the spitter
And if you you wit him
clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in
It ain't nuttin in this gon' fuck
wit and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this
and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right me
Nigga bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' bill
It ain't nuttin in industry could fuck wit Cash Money
cause we it real nigga, believe that

Wayne]
Now what? Like and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
Like and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. to clock a million, what?

[B.G.]
I got for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's
I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, livin pah
We just determined to hustle and get out the dog
wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin and I'll put that on the hood dog

Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't
What make niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two at one time
Nigga I'm shine til I die
Me and this been together since he was twelve
Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak my beeper ring bells
Now I knew this young nigga would end up
I used my to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew be major at one time
Now I done in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash superstar

[Lil
Like Suge and 'Pac, like and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. to clock six figs
'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like and B.I.G
and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?

Ain't nuttin fuck wit us playboy
We take it how you it, that's the issue nigga
We clockin all gravy
If it ain't about that money we havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah Tennessee
all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you playboy
How you luv that
If it don't make money it don't make nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a
How's that nigga? That's a hundred
I put two hundred G's on my grill
My dog bout to redo his shit
Nigga we just gon' gold and hoes
How you luv that
Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no
Niggaz wearin cost twenty G's
earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggaz's rims 'em ten G's
homes costin two mill-ion
Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin
Niggaz just. dumpin playa
It ain't no thang boy, how you luv nigga?
Believe that boy (man I yo' momma)