Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See these broads want
Big dicks down in the
Seven days a week, brand new cars

Yeah, I done it GS 300
Check us and front it the
with the elevator

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 shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas drinkin'
With gin juices, with gin juices, 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 new heights, hoes 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 inch
Nigga and you can right 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 run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby
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 jockin' 'cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya know his ladies, and all his babies

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

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

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

It's the project sticker man, full of man
with cha bitch with the Tymers playin'

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

For I bought pretty jewels
With new shoes, with
A Cash Money do what you gotta do

who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta
who you gotta boot
Do what you do

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

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

Bought two trigger mans and beat
Now you can pop pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be
court 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 Cash Money
Say you still a Cash Money bitch
I say lil'
You still a Cash bitch
Say you still 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' with they honey
(Drinkin' Daquiri)

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

Lil' told me ta 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 kill him a nigga
Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to this all night flight