Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See broads want stars
Big dicks in the drows
Seven days a week, seven brand new

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

You not a hata, press second floor
So you can see the Big Tymers car show
Now on the left we got the brand new Benz

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

News cars, broads, neighborhood superstars
Going far, goin' to the bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two
Yellow ice new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game

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

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

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 Baby 'cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya about his ladies, and all his babies

I know what they like, brand new bikes
So we can ride around town 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 all outta control

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

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

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

For girls I pretty jewels
With new shoes, with
A Cash Money motto do what you do

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

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

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 and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the
Best believe next week be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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