Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See these broads want
Big down in the drows
days 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 left side we got the new Benz

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

News cars, broads, neighborhood superstars
Going far, goin' to the bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my right
Fame got my 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 tape
Neighborhood flick watcha, border line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one
And Cash Money Records gone run nationwide shit
And you can believe that shit

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

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

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

For girls I pretty jewels
With new shoes, tatoos
A Money motto do what you gotta do

Fight who you fight
Shoot who you gotta
Boot who you gotta
Do what you do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoes packin', white folks
tickets 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 actin' but cha name Killa

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