Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

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

Yeah, I it parkin' 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 side we got the brand new Benz

And on the right side shakin' ass for ends
And in the niggas throwin' 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 me two kilos
Yellow ice 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 rida
Nigga and you can right beside me

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my
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' Baby he got a Mercedes
And ya about his ladies, and all his babies

I know they like, them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like and Ike
shine till I die nigga, we worldwide
Everybody know Cash ride or die nigga

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

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

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

Ballin' everyday popin' Dom P
Ball til ya fall is the Cash Money
cars , pretty broads
The word uptown we bought cars

For girls I bought pretty
new shoes, with tatoos
A Cash motto do what you gotta do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

packin', white folks actin'
Givin' nigga for the jackin'
feudin', game losin'

Lil' told me ta watch these hoes 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' kill him a
Suga Slim, all in, tight
And we just to start this all night flight