Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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

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Let the glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama up the tab (mama mia)
Don't even ask if I handle it
Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends the clampets (there it is)
Down hustlin, workin 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 month to month (naw) that's stress
I only want the best that is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag about the shit I got
So when you see the know that it's mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my
Thirty two square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and my house
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that hoes don't like that
But fuck that big timers put your in the air
And cock nine for them jackers out there
Live life, boy

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

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