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
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got in the Marylands

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

Twenty four carats 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? Shit no, on a dime shit is
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 the riots
talk, tough 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' trust you in the studio me
Don't they I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella

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

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak on his way up the street
With the thugs and all types 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 like figures

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

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

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

Lay around, clown the 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 for pape's

Yeah, I ride state to state
Lieutenant takes mad from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin'
Mafia also all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to shit

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