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 ball of property
So I slid my hat on sloppily
And out to take up a collection
I got like I read the directions
I'm that I had an automobile
As I feel the wind rush past
But let me state that I am a hustler for
So you I got the stolen bus pass

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 partner
His brother got popped, pay my
Can you ring the We came to my stop
The street reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the sign as it turns round
reflects off the chrome of the BMW

Which off the fact 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 a grease boot
up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his
wanna fuck up, the come on
So I smiled with my eyes, hey, how it's hanging guy
Bumped his shoulders but he passed with no reaction

Damn this 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 accept
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but won't stop no bullets
Story begun but you already know
Ain't no to get down, shit, I'm already low

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

My echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my growling
Step to burger king to attack it like a
I never pay for shit that I can get by dirt
Link up to the girl and start to flirt
All up in her face and her was like murder
Damn the shit, I do for a free

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

I'm up outta here anyway, I use before they use me
you could get got by an Uzi over an oz
That's what an og me
Got's to find warm and cozy
To eat the vittles I just got
to an underground parking 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
Want me to call the cops?" I don't want to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a
It was Rollses Ferraris and by the dozen
A building opened, damn it was my cousin
Getting work dressed up no lie

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

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

Come 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 angle up, tray in my hand
May I interest you in caviar mam
My shoots 'round the room there and here
Noticing the in the chandelier
Background Manilow copacobana
And a strong ass scent of stogies from

What no place where a brother might
Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich men
All right, then begin this
like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix noticed several cliques
Talking, giggling and
Well, one mother fucka me twits
And else jacking it throttling

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

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

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