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, Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga 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 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 know I'm tryin' 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, your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from platinum hits
Little Kim hats and shit

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

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin 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 nigga bring the
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 bring the
talk, tough 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 caught with his
Big scooped a young off her knees
me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, CD's

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

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
Never 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 ride crate to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just gettin' mine
And I'm married to this strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull

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