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; Gary
I be all the shots, I'm big homie

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

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

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