Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, what we here?

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

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

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

Which reflects off the fact that I am
Now what the is new
I need lot, I the motherfucka in the tweed suit
And I'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a boot
up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he his feet
Didn't wanna fuck up, the on
So I smiled with my eyes, said hey, how it's guy
Bumped his shoulders but he passed with no reaction

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

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

My footsteps echo in the
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp
I look down and I hear my stomach
Step to king to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit I can get by doing dirt
up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like
the shit, I do for a free hamburger

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

I'm up outta anyway, I use peoples before they use me
'Cuz you could get got by an Uzi an oz
That's an og told me
Got's to someplace warm and cozy
To eat the that I just got
to an underground parking lot
This place is as any fuck, it's all good
in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood

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

Tux cummerbund and a bow tie
I was hey, "Who is it", me
"Oh up man, I just quit this company
hella racist and the pay was too low "
I said what was up in there though
"A party rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation
I know got cabbage owning corporations
IBM and shit is what they seeing"

Just then a light bulb off in my head
They be thinking all black is resembling
your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling
Fit the change in the bathroom and I freeze off my
take a short break while I get into this tux
Grunt zipp, alright I'm

with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
Come 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 angle up, silver tray in my hand
May I interest you in some mam
My eyes shoots 'round the room and here
Noticing the diamonds in the
Barry Manilow copacobana
And a strong ass scent of from Havana

no place where a brother might been
Snobby ole ladies champagne with rich white men
All right, then begin this
Nights like this is good for
Five minutes in the mix several different cliques
Talking, and shit
Well, one mother fucka me twits
And everybody else it throttling

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 treats young black man frank nitty
Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor, "You we got a process like
Ice T's hair, we put up the fund for your campaign
And oh um, waiter can you the champagne?"

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

That's I step back some to contemplate 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 shit can get
It reads macaroni on my birth
is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled only half the game
Shit how the fuck do I get out of this