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 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 sand in the

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

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

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're 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

How B.I.G. and trust 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 crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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