Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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there, big timer, big timer
I got money to the
Whoa there, big
'cha, make 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 ask if I could handle it
Bitch you didn't know I'm stackin ends the clampets (there it is)
Down south hustlin, my musc-lin
Mint greens labeled in God we
Bustin at the in the way of progress
Cause I ain't tryin to live from month to month (naw) stress
I only want the best that is off the top
But I ain't bout to about the shit 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
Thirty two square foot, no doubt
landscape, and this my house
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that them hoes don't like
But fuck that big put your knot in the air
And cock your nine for jackers out there
your life, boy

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I be like chiropractors
the young bachelor
That's too many 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 start without the presense of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give knee
Givin migraine headaches from these bills
See chills but can't 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 out my rol, your house have no light
The more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and piss ya
take a long line, the dance floor on whispers

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