Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, what have we

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 slid my beenie hat on
And promenade out to up a collection
I got like I read the directions
I'm wishing I had an automobile
As I feel the wind rush past
But let me state that I am a for real
So you know I got the bus pass

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

Which reflects off the fact that I am
Now what the 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 wanna up, the come 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 Andrew
I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a what you call it
Used to call 'em fat
I just them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto
card or visa, I'd gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to it
Got a mirror in my but that won't 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 in the darkness
My teeth clenched like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my growling
Step to burger king to it like a shaolin
I pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Link up to the girl cashier and to flirt
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 call me
It depends is them attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry"
I'm kidding, I'ma call you, write you love letters
"It's all good"
Thanks for the emm hook me up with a Dr Pepper
That's you want some ice
Yeah, and some will be hella nice
Damn my managers coming play it off okay a nice day

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

Ate my burger, back my cola
said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it was a roller
Want me to call the cops?" I want them to see me
Looked down and saw I was sitting on a Lamboughini
It was Ferraris 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 up man, I just quit this company
hella racist and the pay was too low "
I said arite what was up in though
"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't the situation
I know they got cabbage owning
IBM chryslers and is what they seeing"

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

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

dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyiest muthafucka in an 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 there and
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 drinking champagne with rich white men
All right, then let's begin
Nights like this is for business
Five minutes in the mix several different cliques
Talking, giggling and
Well, one mother fucka me twits
And everybody else it throttling

Found out later you know coca bottling
Talking to a man who he's confused
We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and
him as the mayor of my city
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 for your election campaign
And oh um, can you bring the champagne?"

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

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