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 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, got sand in the Marylands

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

Twenty four nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on 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

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

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the with me
Don't know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high 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
backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim and shit

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

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

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya 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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, greased up
the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', 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
off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

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

Killas be quiet, my bring 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, shit is
You wanna be Queen 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 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