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

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

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

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

How B.I.G. and 'Un' you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm to sex you continuously
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 boom up
Spread a ill boomer, you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from platinum hits
Rock Little Kim and shit

I gets down and 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
With the mafia 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 like the
Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, 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
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 crate state to state
takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses plannin' weddin's
also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull

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 bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya 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 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