Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, what have we

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

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

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

Which reflects off the 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 than a kick from a grease boot
Eased up slow and
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he his feet
Didn't wanna fuck up, the on
So I smiled my eyes, said hey, how it's hanging guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no

Damn this motherfucka had a hella of Jacksons
I'm a thief or pickpocket, a fuck what you call it
Used to call 'em fat
I just call them getting federal, ain't just a klepto
Master or visa, I'd gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but that won't no bullets
Story begun but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm 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 a fist in the cold sharp mist
I down and I hear my stomach growling
Step to burger king to attack it like a
I never pay for that I can get by doing dirt
Link up to the girl cashier and to flirt
All up in her face and her was like murder
Damn the shit, I do for a hamburger

Well, you got my number, you gonna call me
It is them burgers 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
That's cool you want ice
Yeah, and some will be hella nice
Damn my managers coming play it off have a nice day

I'm up outta here anyway, I use 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 vittles that I got
to an underground parking lot
This place is as any fuck, it's all good
Walked in, found a car, itself up on a hood

Ate my burger, threw my cola
said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it was a roller
Want me to call the cops?" I don't want to see me
Looked down and saw I was sitting on a Lamboughini
It was Rollses Ferraris and 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 quit this
hella racist and the pay was too low "
I arite what 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 then a light bulb off in my head
They be all black folks is resembling
your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling
Fit the in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts
take a short break while I get into this tux
Grunt zipp, alright I'm

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

Fresh dressed like a bucks
I be the flyiest muthafucka in an and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up, silver in my hand
May I interest you in caviar mam
My eyes shoots 'round the there and here
the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Manilow copacobana
And a strong ass scent of stogies from

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

Found out later you know cola bottling
Talking to a man who he's confused
We hella bourgie, ass all tight and seditty
him as the mayor of my city
Who treats black 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 campaign
And oh um, can you bring the champagne?"

A real fronts as opportunities arousing
To make some condos out of low housing
we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the and then we bring in the police fleet
me everybody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land will appreciate it
Don't worry the urban league 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
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole
is how deep shit can get
It reads macaroni on my birth
is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting only knowing half the game
how the fuck do I get out of this place?