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

in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't by the diamonds in my rings
That's how times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four carats nigga when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be 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 is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be Queen B, but ya can't 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

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

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

I down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the
the mafia thugs 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 like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it like figures

Killas be quiet, my bring 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 nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this 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 bitch off her knees
Threw me at high Beam's
Face on TV's, CD's

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

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

Yeah, I ride state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New to Anaheim
While you 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 of threatens to pull shit

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 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

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

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