Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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

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Let the champagne glasses, cashes, out the ass
Drinks for everybody, biggest mama 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 south hustlin, my musc-lin
Mint greens in God we trust'n
Bustin at the haters in the way of
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 ain't bout to about the shit I don't got
So you see the e4-20 know that 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 them hoes don't like that
But fuck that big put your knot in the air
And cock your nine for them jackers out
Live life, boy

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I be crackin like
Fiend the bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from flippin plaster
Now forever paid with mama mia and the
I disasters from the s's to the g
No won't start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my give knee chills
Givin headaches from breakin these bills
See these chills but get to it, we way out
(? ) that I drive on chrome, is paid out
Close to the on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my rol, house have no light
The more ice, I'm you're sick, and just piss ya
Might take a line, the dance floor on whispers

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