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

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

Just as the bus pulls up and I to the rear
This ole lady look like she drank a forty of
I see my ole school partner
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 as it turns round
Which reflects off the of the BMW

reflects off the fact that I am broke
Now the fuck is new
I lot, I sweat the motherfucka in the tweed suit
And I'm on his ass quicker than a kick a grease boot
Eased up slow and
Could tell he was by the way he slid 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 with no reaction

Damn this motherfucka had a hella of Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck what you it
Used to call 'em fat
I just call them wallets federal, ain't just a klepto
Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to it
Got a mirror in my but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun but you 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 echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the sharp mist
I look down and I hear my stomach
Step to burger to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by dirt
Link up to the cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like
Damn the shit, I do for a hamburger

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

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

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

Tux and a black 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 they got owning corporations
IBM chryslers and shit is what seeing"

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

with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
with 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 right up, silver tray in my hand
May I interest you in caviar mam
My shoots 'round the room there and here
the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Manilow copacobana
And a strong ass scent of from Havana

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

Found out later you coca cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's
We looking bourgie, ass all tight and seditty
him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young man like 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 election
And oh um, waiter can you the champagne?"

A estate fronts as opportunities arousing
To make condos 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 till they inebriated
When we the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the urban league or Jackson
My man that Marlboros, donated a fat sum

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