Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, what we here?

with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

It's ten o clock, see I got a ball of lifted property
So I slid my beenie hat on
And promenade out to up a collection
I got game like I read the
I'm wishing that I had an
As I the cold wind rush past
But let me that I am a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus

Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the
ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my ole school partner
His got popped, pay my respects
Can you the bell? We came to my stop
The light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which off the hamburger sign as it turns round
Which off the chrome of the BMW

Which reflects off the that I am broke
Now the fuck is new
I need lot, I sweat the motherfucka in the suit
And I'm on his ass quicker a kick from a grease boot
up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he his feet
wanna fuck up, the come on
So I smiled with my eyes, said hey, how it's guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed no reaction

Damn this motherfucka had a hella of Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket, a fuck what you call it
Used to call 'em fat
I just call them wallets getting federal, just a klepto
Master card or visa, I'd gladly those
Sneaky motherfucka a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my but that won't stop no bullets
just begun but you already know
Ain't no to get down, shit, I'm already low

Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

My footsteps in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I my stomach growling
Step to burger king to it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing
Link up to the girl cashier and to flirt
All up in her and her breath was like murder
Damn the shit, I do for a free

Well, you got my number, you gonna call me
It is them burgers attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry"
I'm just kidding, call you, write you love letters
"It's all good"
Thanks for the emm hook me up with a Dr Pepper
That's cool you want ice
Yeah, and some will be hella nice
Damn my coming play it off okay have a nice day

I'm up outta anyway, I use peoples before they use me
'Cuz you get got by an Uzi over an oz
That's what an og me
to find someplace warm and cozy
To eat the vittles I just got
Came to an underground lot
This place is good as any fuck, all good
Walked in, found a car, hopped up on a hood

Ate my burger, threw back my
Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I it was a roller
Want me to call the cops?" I don't them to see me
down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamboughini
It was Rollses Ferraris and jags by the
A building door opened, damn it was my
offa work dressed up no lie

Tux cummerbund and a bow tie
I was hey, "Who is it", me
"Oh what's up man, I quit this company
They racist and the pay was too low "
I said what was up in there though
"A party with rich motherfuckas, I know the situation
I know they got owning corporations
IBM chryslers and shit is they seeing"

Just then a light bulb went off in my
be thinking all black folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and I'll do some swindling
Fit the change in the bathroom and I off my nuts
Let's a short break while I get into this tux
zipp, alright I'm ready

Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

Fresh dressed like a million
I be the muthafucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my
May I interest you in some mam
My eyes shoots 'round the room there and
the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry copacobana
And a strong ass scent of from Havana

What no where a brother might been
Snobby ole ladies champagne with rich white men
All right, then let's this
Nights like this is for business
minutes in the mix noticed several different cliques
Talking, giggling and
Well, one fucka gave me twits
And everybody else jacking it

Found out later you know coca cola
Talking to a man who he's confused
We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and
Recognzed him as the of my city
Who young black man like frank nitty
Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor, "You know we got a process
Ice T's hair, we put up the fund for your election
And oh um, can you bring the champagne?"

A real estate fronts as arousing
To make condos out of low income housing
Immediately we need media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we in the police fleet
me everybody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land will appreciate it
Don't worry the urban league or Jesse Jackson
My man owns Marlboros, donated a fat sum

That's when I step back some to what few know
Sat down, wrestle my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could beat this
no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep can get
It reads on my birth certificate
is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled only half the game
Shit how the do I get out of this place?