Luyện nghe bài hát Big Homie

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

1: Diddy]
I'm for the new bitch, she was stunting
That pussy got a tag and it's a hundred
My bellman me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond
My Rolls Royce cologne, the fragrance money
It's Bad Boys Records, bitch, you I run it
Ciroc Amaretto coming, bitches love it
I show up my jewelry on and never doubt it
You show up with your jewelry on and leave it

[Verse 2:
go to any hood, big Rollie
Top down on any block, know me
The one that's topping Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here racing like ''fuck the police''
Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we 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 money

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