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 like a real bitch, Hunter, Janet Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my
That's how many times I 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, be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to 'em comin' all the time

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

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

you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum
Rock Kim hats 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 my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the
Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this 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 B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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