Luyện nghe bài hát Big Daddy vs. Dolemite

Mmm, oh
Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh

Allow me to introduce
As the Big Daddy
A smooth lover around the way
That's bound to drive any bitch

Well, is my name
And rappin' and is my game

Oh Well, me tell you somethin'
Mr. Dolemite the shit you years ago
I see
But it's the 90's now and rap is all me

Listen when it comes to rappin'
I was through with it before you learned what to do it
I'm the so I'm stakin' my claim
In the game

Y'know? For all players, I am the
I'm also as the hot pussy seeker
When it comes down to up and down in some pussy
I make it weaker also it gets a little

I was down Broadway the other day
An old old lady my way
She said, "I'll be when you 'come 18
I'm gonna give you a fuckin' you ain't never seen"

I said, "Lady, why wait for so time to pass?
I've been wantin' to tear up yo' old ass"
So I pulled out my dick it was so shiny it looked like it was
The hoe took one and damn near fainted

I it in the bitch
And the began to shout
That, oh Mr.
that motherfucker out"

Well, you ain't sayin' slick to a can of oil
I walked barefoot New York to Dallas
Won for of the Year
At the Caesar's

a big snowstorm on the 4th of July
And drunk the waters in the Atlantic Ocean 'til that was dry
I was makin' money Washington was put on a bill
And I kicked Jack's ass and his hoe Jill

I'm the one who the bull's back
And made say fuck McDonald's
And ME the Big Mac

Why you long lanky
You ain't nothin' but a
I was born in a of butcher knives
Shot in the ass with two 45's

I've slapped by a bear and bit by an eel
I chew up railroad iron, and out steel
I jumped in the ocean and a whale
Handcuff and throw thunder's ass in jail

Why you ignorant motherfucker
Let me you somethin
I'm the one put the M in mackin'
when you did it you was only actin

I pimpin' a full time job
So bitches have to go out and rob
I the streets of New York hot as a sauna
And hung a home sweet hoe sign on corner

Yes, I'm the of all players
And the of all macks
a headache to Excedrin'
And the shit out of Ex-Lax

Why you no business barn junkyard
Rat soup eatin'
It was in the 1960's when I originated my pimpin' game
I was callin' whores ass bitches

And sucker ass lame
Kane, you can take my reign
You cook me a chicken and a half a day
Walk New York to Los Angeles and throw the bones away

You gotta be born and cannot see
Yo' bitches have the pocks in the ass so bad they even pee
a bald eagle a million feet in the air
And get out and do the runnin' man while you up

Have the mumps and the flu
And the crabs around yo' ass start the Yankee Doodle Doo

Aw fuck it I up