Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shrimp

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

Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' a limp, limp
I just had a red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my card on your baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my bitch
note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist
Crazy talkin' dirty, pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit
I on my jewelry 'cause 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 then dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't work no more, had to up out the crib, crib
in the fridge, shit,
Baby, I maybe
My diamonds hit *, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big
I'm always like Martin, and keep darling, you the shit, shit

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

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

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

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

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