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 like a real bitch, 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
tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four carats 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 play wit' my
Tell me what's on mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime 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
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're 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 coup make, you jump ship
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 your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim and shit

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit 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, is tired
You be this 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 priced
Face on TV's, CD's

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

Lay around, clown the clock for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

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

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, 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, 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, tough walk, is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why 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