Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

I told ya ass I be back
In a brand new Cadillac
License plate say makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house on these hoes

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

Yeah, I done it GS 300
Check us and it the Navigator
with the elevator

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

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

News cars, broads, neighborhood superstars
Going far, goin' to the super bowl, in the
And I owe my for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my right
Fame got my muthafuckin' tight

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

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha, border Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my one chick
And Money Records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can that shit

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

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

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

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

inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta

Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big user, hoe abuser

the project sticker man, full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha with the Tymers playin'

Ballin' everyday Dom P bottles
Ball til ya fall is the Cash Money
Flashy , pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these

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

who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta
who you gotta boot
Do you gotta do

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

Ten years ago a friend of
Brought me to second line
Met meatball, nair, anglin'
Want you do a D.J. in the

two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that in the middle of the street
Best next week I'ma be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin'

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

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

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

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

Hoes packin', white folks
Givin' nigga for the jackin'
Niggaz feudin', losin'

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

me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game
And we just to start this all night flight