Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

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

Yeah, I it parkin' GS 300
Check us and it the Navigator
Garage the elevator

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

News cars, pretty broads, superstars
far, goin' to the super bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two
ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my 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 ride right me

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

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 around town like Tina and Ike
shine till I die nigga, we worldwide
Everybody know Money ride or die nigga

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

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

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

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

For girls I bought jewels
With new shoes, tatoos
A Cash Money motto do you gotta do

Fight who you fight
Shoot who you shoot
Boot who you 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'
you do a D.J. in the jets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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