Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You know the type of that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft
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 dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom
Straight feedin', beg like a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the is she knows
Theres a demon in between your with a mind of its own
Now, you're a weakling, with hormones
start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
And weekend you invite her to your home
You weren't even thinking. You got by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green
Took advantage of a thousand. Only with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Doe or a Lucy
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 booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy 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 thought you could her
She dissed you you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch ruler
She's so beutiful. A but cruel looter, user and abuser
She's a big shot. Your are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you for it every time

Now, about that popular school kid?
The always have been, always will be cool
The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star
Cadillac drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal the neck
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He dates 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 your to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you can't 'til he's gone
But daddy owns a business, so it be long
Before he inherits it, carats, and sings a rich man's song
He's got the most expensive and jewerly to wear
While your for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He the halls surrounded by is fan club
Starts fads, trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
He's a preppy, hoggin', pig headed fool
When he has a party, invited except you
And your crew. And there really nothin' y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as as they got a school

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

My favorites are rappers, the bastards
The people that clap for your set, they think you're whacker
them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you
and plaster their shut with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for
preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, a chapter
Art you'll finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t flatter him
Add a tad if his arrogance
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team
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 of your passion
You tell friends you think tight
but secretly, you his career 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 know you me
never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody me
The only way we can do a song is if pays me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big
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