Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
She in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
You see her in the club. She you like a scrub
She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in
Your day of getting her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg a dog for the bone
And peepin', and the reason is she knows
Theres a demon in between your legs a mind of its own
Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to phone
And next you invite her to your home
You weren't thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm you to be wise
I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, Levi's

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She's a big shot. You know dream girl
She knows how to use her looks to take of the world
She's a big shot. You you could school her
She you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, and abuser
She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every

Now, what about that popular school
The have been, always will be cool kid?
The president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The on the jacket. Medal around the neck
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He only models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never a squabble
He put you in the locker, and took girlfriend to prom
in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
But daddy owns a business, so it won't be
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich song
He's got the expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He walks the surrounded by is fan club
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed
he has a party, everyone's invited except you
And your crew. And there really ain't y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as got a school

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a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
Parents got money to send your whole family to college
a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
Hallway fahter figure with his stained on his jersey
He's a big shot. I.B. whiz-kid
Braggin' about a big dick, chick and this chick
a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the bastards
The people never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
Than them they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in mind when you rhyme
and plaster jaws shut with a fat verse
To him a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
He's he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can the ladder, start a chapter
Art capture finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t flatter him
Add a tad if his arrogance
To his genteically engineered pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' team sucks
Said you dream of him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your straight out your head
He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry
As it makes a parody of your
You friends you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his won't be lasting
'Cause an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him now

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I'm a big shot. Don't front, you you love me
Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a
But put me in a room with idols and I'll make 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can fade me
The way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big
The thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop