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 almost ten o clock, see I got a of lifted property
So I my beenie hat on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a
I got game like I the directions
I'm wishing that I had an
As I the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I am a hustler for
So you I got the stolen bus pass

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

Which reflects off the that I am broke
Now the fuck 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
Eased up slow and
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he his feet
Didn't fuck up, the come on
So I with my eyes, said hey, how it's hanging guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed no reaction

Damn this had a hella of Andrew Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck what you it
Used to 'em fat cats
I just call wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto
Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept
motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but that stop no bullets
Story just but you already know
no need 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 echo in the
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp
I look down and I hear my stomach
Step to burger to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit I can get by doing dirt
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 me tonite
It is them burgers attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry"
I'm just kidding, I'ma call you, you love letters
"It's all good"
Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up a Dr Pepper
That's cool you want ice
Yeah, and some fries will be hella
Damn my managers coming play it off have a nice day

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

Ate my burger, threw my cola
Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it was a
Want me to 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 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
hella racist and the pay was too low "
I arite what was up in there though
"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't the situation
I know got cabbage owning corporations
IBM chryslers and shit is what seeing"

Just then a light bulb off in my head
They be thinking all black folks is
Gimme your tux and I'll do some swindling
Fit the in the bathroom and I freeze 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
Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

Fresh dressed a million bucks
I be the muthafucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up, silver in my hand
May I interest you in caviar mam
My eyes 'round the room there and here
Noticing the in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow
And a strong ass of stogies from Havana

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

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

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

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