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 land in Switzerland, even got in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big thang
tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
the shaft, brothers 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? Shit no, on a shit is mine
Got to keep 'em all the time

be quiet, my nigga 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 nigga bring the
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 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

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

I gets and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the bug
Probably, as we he's on his way up the street
With the mafia thugs and all types of

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

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

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

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

Shit, I never saw a nigga 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, clown the stops for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, wit da Don
the keys, G's threes for pape's

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

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

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