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 glasses, cashes, comin out the ass
Drinks for everybody, mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)
even 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 labeled in God we trust'n
at the haters in the way of progress
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 bout to brag 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
Paid out too, so I know I got the
To state the fact them hoes don't like that
But fuck that big put your knot in the air
And cock your for them jackers out there
Live life, boy

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I be like chiropractors
the young bachelor
That's too muthafuckin million dollars, what I'm after
ticket stash-a from brick flippin plaster
Now forever with mama mia and the master
I cause disasters the s's to the g
No won't start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give chills
Givin migraine headaches from breakin bills
See these chills but 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 a long line, the dance floor on whispers

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