Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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Whoa there, big timer, big
I got to the ceiling
there, big timer
Won't 'cha, your money 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 ask if I could handle it
Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends like the (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 tryin to live from month to month (naw) that's stress
I only want the best that is off the top
But I ain't bout to 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
Thirty two square foot, no doubt
landscape, and this my house
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes like that
But fuck that big timers put your in the air
And your nine for them jackers out there
your life, boy

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I be like chiropractors
the young bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm
Meal ticket stash-a from flippin plaster
Now paid with mama mia and the master
I disasters from the s's to the g
No clubs start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake knee chills
Givin migraine headaches from these bills
See chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (? ) I drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my rol, your have no light
The more ice, I'm wicked sick, and just piss ya
Might take a long line, the dance on whispers

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