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 a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz 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 wanna cum, one
And another one, and one, and another one

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

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 bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the with me
they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
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 flip on Little
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your hits
Rock Little Kim hats and

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay around, clown the clock for no one
Never eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

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

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

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