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 now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it a real 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, it's a big momma
Can't tell by the 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
the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em all the time

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

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio me
Don't know 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, tear boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe your platinum hits
Rock Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak on his way up the street
the mafia thugs and all types 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
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound figures

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

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

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

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

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

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

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