Luyện nghe bài hát Big Homie

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

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

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

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