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 to be scared of the dick 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

in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't by the diamonds in my rings
how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And one, and another 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 the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, 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 they know I'm to sex you continuously
Pull a high power make, you jump ship
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay around, clown the stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, one to know one
Better off wit the magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga 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 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 wanna be this 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 be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me