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 kissin' on these hoes

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

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

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

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

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

watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha, line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one
And Cash Records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can that 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 ballin' is my

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

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

Twenty wheels is what I roll
And I pass yo bitch all outta 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' everyday Dom P bottles
til ya fall is the Cash Money motto
Flashy cars , broads
The word uptown we these cars

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

Fight who you fight
Shoot who you gotta
Boot who you boot
Do you gotta 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'
you do a D.J. in the jets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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