Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shots

Aiyo, we big shots, we big
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya
I fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas
So we them killas, killas

We takin' People Money', they money
And then we all the cars, the cars
Man bump 'em on chrome,
that yo we stars, we stars

I'm the Gafo DeGafo, of New York
Cover my mouth when I speak, feds what I talk
Throwin' at the judges in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these wit' killas to sport

This is Mafia music to murder you wit', the clips
Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is
4/5th, burnin' my fist, shades down, murderous bitch
Anonymous threats, designin' ya death

Organize crime times, throw a in ya Lex
Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya
Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his
Crime scenes in tape, blood in the gates

Black robes, homes, shootin' 'ya wake
Kidnap, raised as children, to be
'Other Money', we kill men

Aiyo, we big shots, we big
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya
I fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
So we them killas, killas

We 'Other People Money', they money
And we buyin' all the cars, the cars
Man 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we

My goods pull, Sammy the Bull
Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll you
style, boss me? Body a child
When I get locked, it's Gotti on trial

Five years in the pen, from friends
I'm 21, kept the shakers and gun
in ya face, stab you below ya waist
The type to chase death, like of death

Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord me
I I spit hot like the Devil was in me
Claimin' my church, the type to put in the church
If my gun jerk, more holes in ya

my gun, who you know fuck wit' dunn
Put six in ya burners, I feelin' you son
the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull
Ya yappin', ain't enough gun clappin'

Aiyo, we big shots, we big
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya
I only fucks wit my niggas, my
So we them true-to-life killas,

We takin' People Money', they money
And then we all the cars, the cars
Man 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we

Aiyo, we big shots, we big
And we fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
I only fucks wit my niggas, my
So we them killas, killas

We takin' 'Other People Money', money
And then we all the cars, the cars
Man 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we