Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shrimp

On my and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
red wine and some big shrimp
Uh, a limp, limp
Yeah, uh,

Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp,
I just had a lotta red and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit on your baby (ching ching)
to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit, so I link my Cuban bitch
note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist
Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry I still don't trust this bitch, bitch
Soul my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, a fifth, fifth
Ole English, Hennessey, me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato in Pronto then dickmatize a bitch,
Her legs work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
in the fridge, shit,
Baby, I maybe
My hit like *, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big
I'm always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit,

All loud I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin', all these bluffin'
This shit here fire, this a riot
I need that bitch thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
You callin' my a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Noooo, this 'cid, ain't no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah,

Said I do it better, them Margielas, a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my
I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a
Purple drink and lean ain't the same, say that shit is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot
plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
I don't have them diamonds but I'm in this bitch, bitch
When you run your list, that's how you get, get shit, shit
I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and
Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and
I know been a long time comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout action, not the risk, risk, bitch

Call me Chun-Li, we our kicks, kicks
This and gelato smell like the best bitch
Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my
your mind, owning the day, one day at a time
Run it up, up, flippin' what? Don't stop now
Count it up, slap a Get the bucks, don't stop now
This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve
I move the base like a forklift, it's a thing, we some bosses

All gas I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin'
All these showin', all these niggas bluffin'
This here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy as pie
You my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no
Noooo, this 'cid, this no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah,

Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah, woah, woah, ohh
Yeah,
Um,
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
Woah,