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
Handle it like a bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand 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

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why 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
Pull a high power make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

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

But I tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound figures

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

Before I caught niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high 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
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a
Diva, yeah, I throws it down

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

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

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