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

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

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

1]
Yeah Yeah, Ya' Boy Boy, Listen to 'em
I think maybe the steroids is gettin' to him
Or maybe it's people Believing all the raps
Or it's the tank top with the Bra Straps
Maybe he's beleiving he's a thieve'n
like the he stole his name from
ain't the same none
Nothing's hardbody about him, He's like
So can't we all off all his white Goodmen
Now I can and just wait till his team
Or I can go and get ya (Broad) No Screens involved
I get you offed for a clip, No fiends
or we can it one further, get queens invovled
Where know he never went to Jail, Never over a banger
He to bootcamp, not in pop with the Gansgters
Sorta' like who stayed in D.C
and you can ask up in D.C
But I guess he's a guy now, The Kids Free
but doing kind of Jail time is easy
but it's not beneath me, Really I a fuck
I could put the Unit on the next Nip & Tuck (But!)
to keep his dudes in cheek, I keep it with him
punched banks in the face and he with 'em
worry 'bout me putting clips in the forty
to pistol whip Lloyd fifty'll do it for me

You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
Had to open up Ya'
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
Had to prove it to the
Had to Have the word that Night
You Know everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?

2]
Far as the kid game, he to say the least
mad he from the west, so he to the East
All he talk about, Him and his Man that'll blast
but when you see him, He just dancing in the
I tore apart
by now the asswhole would have a change a heart
Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on of Heart
Teary eyed cause his shorty had a of Heart
But I smell something fishy, a con in the Air
Slacks, His pierced, Streaks Blonde in his Hair
Who's he Playing With? Keep saying
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, Nick Birkman
And far as Banks & Buck, I'm done 'em (Why?)
I only beef with who own Publishing
Curtis you a bum, and you almost
artist you dissing exactly's what become
Saw him at Jam, and all he did was stare
Walked on stage, all you heard was Chairs/ Cheers (Man, Ya'll get it)
Don't be Singin' No More, You a queen, No
And he can't step foot in queens no more
Selling his soul, Banks, Don't be proud of Ya'
Now we all see the power of the

You had to be a big Shot, Didn't
Had to up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Ya'?
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, Didn't
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't