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
it in the butt, yeah, yazz 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 many times I wanna cum, one
And another one, and one, and another one

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

Killas be quiet, my 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 bring 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 'Un' trust you in the with me
they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella

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

I down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak on his way up the street
the mafia thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't to beef, I'm just 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, is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
why you're 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

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

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

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

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

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