Luyện nghe bài hát Big Momma Thang

You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha

I used to be of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got in the Marylands

in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my
That's how times I wanna cum, twenty one
And one, and another one, and another one

Twenty four carats nigga when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be me, and oh
like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the with me
Don't know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
Leave who you wit', I'm the Roc-A-Fella crew

you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim and shit

I gets down and for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the bug
Probably, as we he's on his way up the street
With the mafia and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron,
And, no, my niggas, but I the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his
Big scooped a bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced
Face on TV's, CD's

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, greased up
Stack the g's up, the knees up
What the fuck, fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, wit da Don
the keys, G's threes for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin'
Mafia also deadens all the
Any type of threatens to shit

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me