Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Big

8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my at the end see
My so called friends, had no ends to lend me.
My job at Mickie Ds was me with no grease
I worked so hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's to rob nigga.
I hit the streets, but no victim had chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't my strollin.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was
I the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.
Reachin for my tech, the hit me in my chest
My closed shut, and I thought I seen death.
I woke up at the med still woozy from my
T-Money walked in and he me what had happened.
I knew him from the hood, but I did not him well
He drove a red jag, and I that he was bale.
He said he was when he seen me in distress
He he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!

chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not of my size.
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they him Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not of my size.

8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, I sold up my block
Sellin 8, deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin dimes, nickels to the junkies on my tracks
Gettin my sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
Some fool tried to me, but he only had a knife
A clip full of hollow tips took the life.
Standin on the track, my mobile and it was T
"Hello?" -- "Yo Eight, be the aroung 3" --"Aight!"
I met him at the park, he had a job for me
Rob Columbians, and get my ass in.
Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get
I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got was mine.
All the time, my clientel rappidly
My bank got bigger, that's bitches started jockin me.
and clothes had me fuckin different hoes
A fat bank was keepin me cool with the 5-O.
I had workin under me to take the heat
I never the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.
I respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time
Don't ever fuck me, cause I'm ...
Mr. Big!

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8Ball: Chillin at the club T-Money and J-B
Lil and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.
I had the bitches staring at the of my diamonds.
Drinkin on this Yak, my way to the back.
When I saw this little lookin finer than the rest.
a long black weave and a tight red dress.
I started conversatin, but she want to talk to me
up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the
Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the thank
she got up, now somethin in the air stank.
She went in the and locked the door behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed the from the dresser.
Stood by the door when it opened, niggas out
Grab my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" pow*
Then, I grabbed the girl cause some niggas had busted in
Shot that bitch in the dome my muthafuckin chrome
up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg
When the cops in, I was laying on the bed.
up out the room, did I go to jail?
Hell no! They stop me..
Long Mr. Big Ho!!!!

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