Luyện nghe bài hát Big Bank

I got big bank casing on a
Ain't shit changed cause I'm getting, still mine
Ain't no love for a tryna fly me, tryna play me
Mothafuckas never stop my, shine
Yeah they see me but they watching
I got shining on (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Yeah they see me but they still
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got on re-run

I was one deep,
Caddy on high, my paint dry
Forgiato, the women and tires
Where niggas will get by
the script on the hoes
Shine up the grill in glows
Paper dip but show
'Til the fucking lot was throwed
Players on game
Pimpin' so cold on the on the two below
we can put out the flame
Of the blue hand of the of the coupe
All I got is man, who got the change?
Who got the number to the
Burnin the club can chirp 'fore the clip hit the pole
And do a split, cause we wings
We ain't talking about
Talking lemon pepper with the ice
Spent on Js than the steak and the shrimp
Than mo' gon' in they in life
Ain't tripped up, hiccup from the drank
Pick up where I left off on the
Flexed out, never stressed out chains
out, get pressed out on the grain
Woof! You that there
I make and wait, these wanna feel that there
When the too big and the road ain't shit
It make it hard to steer there
But big bank, big bank, big bank, big bank, one time
I up, cake up, cake up, then press, rewind

I got big bank casing on a
Ain't shit cause I'm still getting, still mine
Ain't no for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
never stop my, stop shine
Yeah see me but they still watching
I got shining on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on
Yeah they see me but still watching
I got shining on (on re-run) I got shining on re-run

Big bank, currency and
to it, all a nigga ever knew
When all I cared about is how to get it, no doubt
Big problems ain't of my decimals
Make it's multiplying
Is all I'm ever I about
If money beat no money
the fuck you in a hurry 'bout?
I'm saying, mm
Stay getting to that broke shit in my plan, yeah
Sleep when I'm dead, I'ma grind day that I can
Got seven kids, and I gotta sure all of 'em they fed
By any
Can't be no excuses, my can't eat no excuses
My daughter can't sleep in
My son needs to be with like keep your excuses
If you ain't producing, you're
That's why I'm out getting to it
Fresh out the booth, I go straight to the
I go straight to get paid
Hunnid' I earned, fifty I
My bitch don't be up, I need a maid
She don't be cooking so I need a
You giving me nothin', I get it myself
I'm doing my and I did it to death
Stacking them chips, that dough
Millions, need me a hundo
Big mansion a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new
Pray to God I stay rich and stay humble

I got big casing on a mothafucka
Ain't shit changed cause I'm still getting, mine
Ain't no love for a tryna fly me, tryna play me
never stop my, stop shine
Yeah they see me but they watching
I got on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
they see me but they still watching
I got on re-run (on re-run) I got shining on re-run
Big

Earthlings and aliens, around, come close
While I tell you the story of fine ass
In a 415 and a
hard like a disrespectful step-daddy
The thunder God up the block
Going subbing is a way of
Hugged up with yo' baby mama or your
on, sub on