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 bitch, Heather 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, a big momma thang
Can't by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty carats nigga that's when 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
me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

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 nigga the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be Queen 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
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

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

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 the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like

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

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

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

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

Lay around, clown the clock 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 threes for

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

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