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

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four carats nigga when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, be battin' me, and oh
like 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? no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em all the time

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, 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
Tough talk, 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 studio me
Don't they I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the crew

you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your hits
Rock Little Kim hats and

I gets down and for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we he's on his way up the street
With the mafia and all types 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 the sound
Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

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

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his
Big scooped a bitch off her knees
Threw me at high Beam's
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', half a
Geneva Diva, yeah, I it down

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

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
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, is tired
You wanna be Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me