Luyện nghe bài hát Big Dreams

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

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

Yeah, that V12 is
Flyin' through the with the pedal to the floor 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' me, I never heard of them

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

The world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop
I'm skatin' on 'em, look
All the niggas 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 Junior Mafia used to
On my way to ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the
up rocks the size of melons

That's when the fiends tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like
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, don't stand for
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see Game went?

To the hood, parked behind that chained fence
And I'm down 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 the same shit

The whole world waitin' on him
I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look
All the niggas 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,

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

Yo Jay, it do, nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you,
I got the made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule

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

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

The DJ spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album three, it goin' 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 been waitin' on him
Here I come, Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look
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,

You was wrong,
Shit, I you but Im still smokin, I love you, mama
2001 [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers
Dr. Dre started it, I just it
I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie far
me, I do