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 now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And one, and another 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 roll and wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
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
That's why 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 power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the crew

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

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

But I ain't to beef, I'm just tryin 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 bring the riots
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 nigga bring the
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

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

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

Lay around, clown the stops for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy uh, fuckin' 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 still weddin's
Mafia also all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull

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
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, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this 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 wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me