Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shrimp

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

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

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

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

me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks
This sherm and smell like the best bitch
Really of my time, thank 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 vest Steve 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 showin', all these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, shit a riot
I that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
You callin' my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this 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,