Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See these broads want
Big dicks in the drows
Seven days a week, seven new cars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty inch wheels is what I
And when I yo bitch all outta control

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

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

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

For I bought pretty jewels
With new shoes, with
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, anglin'
you do a D.J. in the jets

Bought two mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that in the middle of the street
Best believe next week be downtown
Point St. Bernard bitch throwin' down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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