Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

I ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house on these hoes

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

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

You not a hata, press 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 side bitches shakin' ass for
And in the middle niggas 20s and 10s
And up top drinkin' juices
With gin juices, with gin juices, gin

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

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

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape
Neighborhood naked watcha, border line Hen poppa
Byran is my and Pearl is my number one chick
And Money Records gone run this nationwide shit
And you can believe 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 ballin' is my

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

I know what they like, them new bikes
So we can ride around town Tina and Ike
shine till 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' Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user, hoe

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

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

For girls I bought pretty
new shoes, with tatoos
A Cash Money do what 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 ago a friend of mine
Brought me to uptown second
Met meatball, nair, mets
Want you do a D.J. in the

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

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

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

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

Niggas for the Sunday
On the lake bakin'
Watchin' niggaz ridin' 'round 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 me to watch these motherfuckin' feds
Chilly, Chilly silly but cha name Killa

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