Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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

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Let the champagne glasses, cashes, out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama up the tab (mama mia)
Don't even ask if I could it
Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends like the (there it is)
south hustlin, workin my musc-lin
Mint greens in God we trust'n
at the haters in the way of progress
Cause I tryin to live from month to month (naw) that's stress
I only the best 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 that it's mine, out in full
So I put it in my
two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and my house
out too, so I know I got the room
To the fact that them hoes don't like that
But fuck that big timers put knot in the air
And cock nine for them jackers out there
Live life, boy

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I be crackin like
Fiend the young
That's too many million dollars, what I'm after
ticket stash-a 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 without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake knee chills
migraine headaches from 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 more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and piss ya
Might take a long line, the floor on whispers

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