Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, have we here?

Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
with 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 out to take 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 state I am a hustler for real
So you know I got the bus pass

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 ring the bell? We came to my
The street light off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it round
Which reflects off the of the BMW

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

Damn motherfucka had a hella of Andrew Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket, a fuck what you call it
Used to 'em fat cats
I call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto
Master card or visa, I'd accept those
motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but won't stop no bullets
Story just 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 like a fist in the cold sharp
I look down and I hear my stomach
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 start to
All up in her face and her breath was murder
Damn the shit, I do for a free

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

I'm up outta here anyway, I use peoples they use me
'Cuz you could get got by an Uzi an oz
That's an og told me
Got's to find someplace warm and
To eat the that 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 pig, I thought it was a roller
me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me
Looked down and saw I was sitting on a Lamboughini
It was Rollses and jags by the dozen
A door opened, damn it was my cousin
Getting offa work up no lie

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

Just then a light went off in my head
They be thinking all black folks is
Gimme tux and I'll do some pocket swindling
Fit the in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts
Let's take a 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 bucks
I be the flyiest in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a angle up, silver tray in my hand
May I you in some caviar mam
My eyes shoots 'round the room and here
the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow
And a strong ass of stogies from Havana

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

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

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

That's when I step back some to what few know
Sat down, with my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could this lunacy
no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how shit can get
It reads macaroni on my certificate
Poontang is my middle but I can't hang
I'm hustled only knowing half the game
Shit how the fuck do I get out of this