Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

Chorus x 2
there, big timer, big timer
I got to the ceiling
Whoa there, big
'cha, make your money and do what ya wanna

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Let the glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest stickin up the tab (mama mia)
Don't ask if I could handle it
Bitch you know I'm stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)
Down south hustlin, my musc-lin
Mint greens in God we trust'n
Bustin at the haters in the way of
Cause I ain't tryin to live from to month (naw) that's stress
I only the best that there is off the top
But I ain't bout to about the shit I don't got
So when you see the know that it's mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my
two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my
out too, so I know I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes like that
But fuck that big timers put knot in the air
And cock your nine for them out there
your life, boy

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I be crackin chiropractors
Fiend the young
too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from brick plaster
Now forever paid mama mia and the master
I cause disasters the s's to the g
No clubs won't start without the of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give chills
Givin migraine headaches from these bills
See chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (? ) that I drive on chrome, is out
Close to the on the hill, but no wife
the diamonds out my rol, your house have no light
The more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and just ya
Might take a long line, the floor on whispers

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