Luyện nghe bài hát Big Momma Thang ("remix")

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 lips to the
Handle it like a real bitch, Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got land in Switzerland, got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma
tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and wit' my bushy
me what's on your mind when your 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, tough walk, 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, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

How B.I.G. and trust you in the studio with me
Don't they I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

I down and dirty 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 of heat

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

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

Killas be quiet, my 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

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

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

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

Yeah, I ride state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New 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 pull

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
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 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

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