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 in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

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

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

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 bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be Queen 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, tear your up
Spread a ill boomer, make you on Little Ceas
backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock 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 he's on his way up the street
With the thugs and all types of heat

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 like figures

be quiet, my nigga 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

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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy up
Stack the g's up, the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', 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
Better off wit the magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
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 bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit 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 wanna be this B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

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