Luyện nghe bài hát Big Dreams

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

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

Yeah, V12 is roarin'
Flyin' the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 on the curb, tell 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, know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beefin' me, I never heard of them

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

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 2008tin' on them

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

I get like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the
Baggin' up rocks the of melons

when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 like Ellen
Prime-time, nigga, it's my time,
Jacob ain't got shit to do my shine, nigga

Cause the sun come up from behind the sea
Niggas see me the B
E N T, stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see Game went?

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

The whole been waitin' on him
Here I come, Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, around
All the bitch niggas 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, it do, nigga?
I rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga
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 Joey Crack know
Whoever said, The Game over, musta had a
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range

I got blood straight outta Angola
my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over
Yeah, when the Crys start poppin'
The pills start droppin' and the haters start

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

The whole world been on him
Here I come, Phantom
I'm on 'em, look around
All the niggas 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,

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