Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

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

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

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

And on the right side bitches ass for ends
And in the middle throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas juices
With gin juices, gin juices, with 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, got my name right
got my muthafuckin' game tight

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

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha, line Hen poppa
is my heart and Pearl is my number 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 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 what they like, them new bikes
So we can ride town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine I die nigga, we worldwide
Everybody know Cash Money or die nigga

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

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

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

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

For girls I bought 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 ballin' is my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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