Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

I told ya fuckin' ass I be
In a brand new Cadillac
License say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these

See these broads stars
Big down in the drows
Seven days a week, brand new cars

Yeah, I it parkin' GS 300
Check us and front it the
Garage the elevator

You not a hata, then press floor
So you can see the muthfuckin' Big car show
Now on the left side we got the new Benz

And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for
And in the middle throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas juices
gin juices, with gin juices, with gin

News cars, pretty broads, superstars
far, goin' to the super bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for me two kilos
ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my game tight

Dirt digga, hoe go-getta, nigga outta
Playboy, I got ten on ya
Car shinna, rim blinda, 20 inch
Nigga and you can right beside me

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape
Neighborhood flick watcha, border line Hen poppa
is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick
And Cash Records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

I see you Baby 'cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya know about his ladies, and all his

I know what like, them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town Tina and Ike
I'ma shine I die nigga, we worldwide
Everybody know Money ride or die nigga

Twenty inch wheels is I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all control

Buyin' Lexus Land
The 4-7 the big pipe user, hoe

It's the project sticker man, of liquor man
Ridin' cha bitch with the Tymers playin'

Ballin' popin' Dom P bottles
Ball til ya is the Cash Money motto
cars , pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these

For girls I bought pretty
new shoes, with tatoos
A Cash Money motto do you gotta do

who you gotta fight
Shoot who you shoot
Boot who you gotta
Do you gotta do

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby

Ten years ago a friend of
Brought me to uptown line
Met meatball, nair, mets
you do a D.J. in the jets

Bought two mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be
court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down

Then I'm mosy on down the kanel
Put up the mic I got a fuckin' story ta tell, Teresa

a Cash Money bitch
Say you still a Cash Money bitch
I say lil'
You still a Cash Money
Say what you still a Money bitch

My nigga ya wit me
Fa sho
Now it to the McMelph Caliope

Niggas for the Sunday
On the bakin' cake
Watchin' niggaz ridin' 'round with honey
(Drinkin' Daquiri)

Hoes packin', white folks
tickets nigga for the jackin'
Niggaz feudin', game

Lil' told me ta these hoes tryin' to abuse me
Joe Casey, crazy
My homeboy told me to watch these feds
Chilly, Chilly actin' silly but cha name

Told me he gon' him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, tight
And we just about to this all night flight