Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shrimp

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

on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
I had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my card on your baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my 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 this bitch,
Soul my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that's a fifth,
Ole English, Hennessey, me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato in Pronto then a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
in the fridge, shit,
Baby, I wilding
My diamonds hit *, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big
I'm like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit

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

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip,
Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' my mistress
I'm the type of nigga smoke a inside a moshpit
Purple drink and ain't the same, they say that shit is toxic
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 them but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch
you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit
I don't take the risk, I count my on my roof and shit
Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your and shit
I know it's been a long comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout action, not the risk, risk, bitch

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

All this gas I'm goin', all loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin', all these niggas
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 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,

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