Luyện nghe bài hát Big Homie

[Hook:
You could go to any hood, bet know me
gold pinky ring; master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary
I be all the shots, I'm big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big
Boy, you'se a little Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big

[Verse 1:
I'm for the new bitch, she was stunting
That pussy got a tag and it's a hundred
My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard
My Rolls Royce spray cologne, the money
It's Bad Boys Records, bitch, you I run it
Ciroc Amaretto coming, them love it
I up with my jewelry on and never doubt it
You show up your jewelry on and leave without it

[Verse 2:
go to any hood, big Rollie
Top on any block, niggas know me
The only one that's Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here yachts like ''fuck the police''
swerving lane to lane, we getting money
Once say my name, fly bitches coming
These ratchet bitches a nigga so cough your chick in
More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm mention
I'm mention

[Verse 3: Ross]
My get the Christians, nigga, and Giuseppe
My bitches get the Berkin, nigga, hold the weapons
My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for
My get the realest nigga, she's my reflection
I make my bitches traffic dope, my profession
She swallow dope and looking pregnant, for c-section
God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us
50 a meter drum, go get them stretchers
Get them