Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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

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Let the glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)
Don't even ask if I handle it
Bitch you know I'm stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)
Down south hustlin, my musc-lin
Mint labeled in God we trust'n
Bustin at the in the way of progress
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 bout to brag about the shit I don't got
So when you see the e4-20 know that 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 don't that
But fuck that big timers put your in the air
And your nine for them jackers out there
Live life, boy

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I be like chiropractors
Fiend the bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from flippin plaster
Now forever with mama mia and the master
I cause from 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 breakin these
See chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (? ) I drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the house on the hill, but no
Take the diamonds out my rol, your house have no
The more ice, I'm wicked sick, and just piss ya
Might take a line, the dance floor on whispers

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