Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

Chorus x 2
Whoa there, big timer, big
I got to the ceiling
Whoa there, big
Won't 'cha, make your money and do what ya

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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 didn't 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 month to month (naw) stress
I only want the that there is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag about the shit I got
So when you see the e4-20 know it's mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my
two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don't like
But fuck big timers put your knot in the air
And cock nine for them jackers out there
your life, boy

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

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