Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See these broads stars
Big dicks down in the
Seven days a week, seven brand new

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

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

And on the right bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas 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 frontin' me two
Yellow ice with new heights, 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 rida
Nigga and you can ride right me

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape
naked flick watcha, border line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one
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 is my hobby

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

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

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

Twenty inch is what I roll
And when I pass yo all outta control

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

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

Ballin' everyday popin' Dom P
Ball til ya fall is the Money motto
Flashy cars , broads
The word uptown we bought cars

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

Fight who you gotta
Shoot who you gotta
who you gotta boot
Do what you do

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

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

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

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 Cash Money
I say Lisa
You still a Cash bitch
Say what you still a Cash Money

My Baby ya wit me
Fa sho
Now bring it to the Caliope

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

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

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

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