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 scared of the dick now I lips to the shit
Handle it like a bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got land in Switzerland, got sand in the Marylands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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