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
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big thang
Can't tell by the in my rings
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime is mine
Got to keep 'em all the time

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You be this Queen 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 Queen 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 I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear your up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your 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 he's on his way up the
With the mafia and all types of heat

But I tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin 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, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

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

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

Shit, I fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, the knees up
the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it

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

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

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 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

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