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 sand in the

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
Can't 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 when I'm fuckin' wit' the nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play my bushy
Tell me what's on your when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

be quiet, my nigga bring 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 bring 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
they 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a wha, pussy 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, the clock stops for no one
Never eight and owe one, takes one to know one
off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

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

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

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

be quiet, my nigga 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
That's why mad at me