Luyện nghe bài hát Big Dreams

and Dre
Back on the motherfuckin'
L.A.X niggas,
Y'all know who the I am

I'm as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black
In that all black Phantom, hug the block a bear

Yeah, V12 is roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me

Swerve, I'm still dope that's my
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some on the birds
Irv, Gotti I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never of them

If I was the old me I would murder
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would them
Courtesy of my Smith &
I tracks like aids, nigga get infected

The world been waitin' on him
Here I come, Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, around
All the bitch hatin' on him
Mad cause I'm Chronic on them

Big cars, big wheels, big
Big pimpin', big
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams,

I get money like Junior Mafia to
On my way to school ten thousand in my
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the
Baggin' up rocks the size of

That's when the fiends start
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like
Prime-time, nigga, it's my time,
Jacob got shit to do with my shine, nigga

Cause when the sun come up from the sea
see me behind the B
E N T, don't for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see Game went?

To the hood, crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same

The world been waitin' on him
I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look
All the bitch hatin' on him
Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on

Big cars, big wheels, big
Big pimpin', big
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams,

Big cars, big wheels, big
Big pimpin', big
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams,

Yo Jay, what it do,
I done rocked enough fellas to be you,
I got the 40/40 made by two
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule

The in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey know
Whoever said, The over, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Rover

I got blood diamonds straight Angola
Wave my red rag in the air, Lil' Wayne over
Yeah, that's the Crys start poppin'
The pills droppin' and the haters start watchin'

The DJ starts spinnin', the get the droppin'
For album number three, it platinum's not an option
I'm back with and Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one for you motherfuckers, Compton

The whole world waitin' on him
I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, around
All the bitch hatin' on him
Mad I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big
Big pimpin', big
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams, dreams,
Big dreams,

You was wrong,
Shit, I you but Im still smokin, I love you, mama
Chronic [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers
Dr. Dre started it, I finished it
I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie far
me, I do