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

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma
Can't tell by the in my rings
how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and 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
like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me 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 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 nigga bring the
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're 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 power coup make, you jump ship
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

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

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron,
And, no, my niggas, but I the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
talk, tough 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 Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

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

Shit, I fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it

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

Yeah, I crate state to state
Lieutenant 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 misses still weddin's
Mafia also deadens all the
Any type of threatens to shit

be quiet, my nigga 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

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

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