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 throw to the shit
it like 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

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
Can't tell by the in my rings
how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And one, and another one, and another one

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

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

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

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

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

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 figures

Killas be quiet, my 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 bring the
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this 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
Threw me at high priced
on TV's, platinum CD's

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

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

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

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

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

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