Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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

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Let the glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, 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 hustlin, workin 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 want the best that there is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag about the shit I got
So when you see the e4-20 know that mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my
two hundred square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and my house
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don't that
But fuck that big timers put your in the air
And your nine for them jackers out there
Live life, boy

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I be crackin chiropractors
Fiend the young
That's too many muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm
Meal ticket from brick flippin plaster
Now forever paid with mama mia and the
I cause disasters the s's to the g
No clubs won't start the presense of me
Ya ask somebody, my cake give knee chills
Givin headaches from breakin these bills
See chills but can't get to it, we way out
Every (? ) that I drive on chrome, is out
Close to the house on the hill, but no
Take the diamonds out my rol, house have no light
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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