Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shrimp

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

Pistol on my side and I'm with a limp, limp
I had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit card on baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit, so I link my Cuban bitch
Blue bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist
talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust 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 dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
in the fridge, shit,
Baby, I wilding
My hit like *, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big
I'm always like Martin, and talkin' darling, you the shit, shit

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

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip,
Pants is Valentino, with my mistress
I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same, they say shit is toxic
made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist
Hoppin' to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
I have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch
you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit
I don't the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit
and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit
I know it's 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 sherm and gelato smell like the bitch
Really ahead of my time, thank God I reach my prime
your mind, owning the day, one day at a time
Run it up, double up, flippin' what? stop now
Count it up, slap a what? Get the bucks, don't now
we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin
I move the base like a forklift, it's a Zombie thing, we some

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

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