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 like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz 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 diamonds in my
That's how times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and one, and another one

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

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 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' trust you in the studio me
Don't they know I'm to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
Leave who you wit', I'm the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

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

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

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

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this 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 bitch off her
Threw me at high priced
Face on TV's, CD's

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

Lay around, clown the stops 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 to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes 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 deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
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
That's why mad at me