Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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there, big timer, big timer
I got to the ceiling
there, big timer
Won't 'cha, make your and do what ya wanna

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Let the champagne glasses, cashes, out the ass
for everybody, biggest mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)
Don't even ask if I handle it
you didn't know I'm stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)
Down south hustlin, workin my
Mint labeled in God we trust'n
Bustin at the in the way of progress
Cause I ain't tryin to from month to month (naw) that's stress
I only want the that there 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 it's mine, out in full
So I put it in my
Thirty two hundred foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and my house
Paid out too, so I know I got the
To state the fact that them don't 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 like chiropractors
Fiend the young
That's too many million dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from flippin plaster
Now forever paid mama 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 from breakin these
See these 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
Take the diamonds out my rol, your house have no
The ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and just piss ya
Might take a long line, the dance floor on

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