Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

Chorus x 2
Whoa there, big timer, big
I got money to the
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
Drinks for everybody, biggest stickin up the tab (mama mia)
Don't ask if I could handle it
Bitch you know I'm stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)
Down hustlin, workin my musc-lin
Mint greens labeled in God we
Bustin at the in the way of progress
I ain't tryin to live from month to month (naw) that's stress
I only want the that there is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag about the I don't 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
out too, so I know 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 your for them jackers out there
your life, boy

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I be crackin chiropractors
Fiend the bachelor
That's too muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket from brick flippin plaster
Now forever paid with mama mia and the
I cause from the s's to the g
No clubs won't start 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 (? ) that I on chrome, is paid out
to the house on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my rol, your house have no
The more ice, I'm wicked sick, and just piss ya
take a long line, the dance floor on whispers

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