Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

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

See these broads stars
Big dicks down in the
Seven 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, then press second
So you can see the muthfuckin' Big 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 niggas 20s and 10s
And up top niggas juices
gin juices, with gin juices, with gin

News cars, pretty broads, neighborhood
Going far, 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

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 tape
Neighborhood naked flick watcha, line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and is my number one chick
And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide
And you can believe 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 is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

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 like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga, we
Everybody know Money ride or die nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Fight who you gotta
Shoot who you shoot
who you gotta boot
Do what you do

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

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

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

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

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

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

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

packin', white folks actin'
Givin' tickets nigga for the
Niggaz feudin', game

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

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