Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot (G-Unit Diss)

[Joe
Thugs...
It's...It's...It's (What?)
It's that on Top

You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
Had to up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
Had to it to the crowd
Had to Have the word that Night
You what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?

1]
Yeah Yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, to 'em
I think the steroids is finally gettin' to him
Or maybe it's people Believing all the Hard
Or maybe it's the tank top the Bra Straps
Maybe he's beleiving he's a thieve'n
like the dude he stole his from
Dude ain't the none
Nothing's about him, He's like Puddin'
So can't we all off all his white Goodmen
Now I can and just wait his team dissolve
Or I can go and get ya thick (Broad) No involved
I get you offed for a clip, No fiends
or we can take it one further, get queens
Where know he never went to Jail, Never over a banger
He went to bootcamp, not in pop with the
Sorta' like Yayo who in D.C
and you can ask up in D.C
But I guess he's a guy now, The Kids Free
but doing that kind of Jail time is
but it's not beneath me, Really I gives a
I could put the whole on the next Nip & Tuck (But!)
to keep his dudes in cheek, I keep it real him
punched in the face and he still with 'em
Don't 'bout me putting clips in the forty
to whip Lloyd when fifty'll do it for me

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
Had to open up Ya'
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
Had to it to the crowd
Had to Have the last that Night
You Know what everything's
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?

2]
Far as the kid game, he lame to say the
mad he from the west, so he to the East
All he talk about, Him and his Man that'll blast
but you see him, He just dancing in the Background
I Game apart
thought by now the asswhole would have a change a
Especially since I got the tape of this on change of Heart
eyed cause his shorty had a change of Heart
But I smell fishy, there's a con in the Air
Slacks, His tongue pierced, Blonde in his Hair
Who's he With? Keep saying shit
And ya' body take the same tour Reagan's did
Still trying to get a buzz, Embarassed, The Hurtin'
Reachin', He's losin' his head, He's Nick
And far as Banks & Buck, I'm duscussing 'em (Why?)
I only beef with who own Publishing
you a bum, and you almost done
Same artist you dissing exactly's become
Saw him at Jam, and all he did was stare
Walked on stage, all you was Chairs/ Cheers (Man, Ya'll don't get it)
Don't be Singin' No More, You a queen, No
And he even step foot in queens no more
his soul, Banks, Don't be proud of Ya' Father
Now we all see the of the dollar

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
Had to up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
Had to prove it to the
Had to Have the last word that
You what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't