Luyện nghe bài hát Da Butta

Uh, uh, uh
Whoo, ha ha
Yeah mic
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now go yo

Here da butta, baby
I bring it and hot
Here come da butta,
Bringing it and hot
Here come da butta,
I it smooth and hot
What? What? What?

Here come da baby, bringing it smooth and hot
Got the from K B, singing this groove a lot
So I got my spiral notebook, and a pen
And then y'all, done it again

Married but I a little, psyching the ladies
In the videos I be bringing it like in the '80s
Level of success based on my level of
You've been yelling for the then reveling this

Old school hip hop, a and a rhyme
chapters, some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny
Flame by hip hop eternal

All on my train to fame
Rappers that it'd rain, trying to stop the game
But can't stop me, I got a coat in the crib
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefing at the whiz,

Here come da butta,
I it smooth and hot
Here da butta, baby
it smooth and hot
Here da butta, baby
I bring it and hot
What? What? What?

Lil' Kim y'all
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a how y'all feel
Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven
If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less
I'd most have a lot less friends

You know what I learned, let keep talking
Uh huh, pull up in an Azure and watch keep walking
Kim, be making me wanna flip and react
No, no, no, Will and let me do that, alright

Huh, I eat can't get with broke cats
You know the like to be where the money at
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in
us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis

When will learn? Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just your turn
I telephones with the TV screens
So I can real phone sex, know what I mean?

Here da butta, baby
I it smooth and hot
Here da butta, baby
Bringing it and hot
Here come da butta,
Yo, I bring it and hot
What? What? What?

It's the fun king, been doing one thing
Running for years, give me one swing
And it's out of here, crack, over the ladies and gents
rappers impressed but depressed by my current events
Yes

Big Will swinging the sword
What'cha flexing for? Don't be me boy
Messing with me boy, stepping on the root of a daisy
I have your saying, Will, why you do that to my baby?

What they stupid in the face for?
What? I can't have the size of a baseball
Trust me when I cop I make mine's cut glass
Never spend my like a crack head for the blast

Y'all can kiss my ahh, like you know me
You ain't got a Roley, take one here, you owe me
All in together now, wrists looking now
Screw greyhound bound, I'm getting now

Burrrr, she step up in the scene
Ice gleam, scream, "Bow to the Queen"
Ring on her finger mad
Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and a flashback

All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy got my back
Lil' Kim it back, Lil' Kim press the rack

Yeah, I'm short and sexy, my love's
My is QB and I blow your mind with the
When I step up in the spot, looking hot
All the just stop