Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

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

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 car show
Now on the left we got the brand new Benz

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

cars, pretty 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
Fame got my muthafuckin' tight

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

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape
naked flick watcha, border line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and is my number one chick
And Cash Money Records gone run nationwide shit
And playa you can believe 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 ballin' is my
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby

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

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

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

Lexus 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'

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

For girls I bought jewels
With new shoes, with
A Money motto do what you gotta do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoes packin', white folks
Givin' tickets nigga for the
Niggaz feudin', game

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

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