Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Big

8Ball: Now, I was as a muthafucka, my life at the end see
My so called friends, they had no ends to me.
My job at Ds was fuckin me with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's to rob nigga.
I hit the streets, but no victim had chosen
I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was
I felt the 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 up at the med still woozy from my jackin
T-Money in and he told me what had happened.
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him
He a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.
He said he was rollin when he me in distress
He said he killed the muthafuckin with his tech.
He me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!

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

I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, $20 rocks.
Sellin dimes, sellin to the junkies on my tracks
my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.
Some fool to jack me, but he only had a knife
A clip of hollow tips took the bitches' 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 rappidly increased
My bank got bigger, that's bitches started jockin me.
Cars and clothes had me different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin me cool the 5-O.
I had niggas workin me to take the heat
I touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.
I gained respect, I'm the playa of all time
Don't ever fuck with me, I'm ...
Mr. Big!

chorus:

8Ball: at the club with T-Money and J-B
Lil and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.
I had the bitches at the twinkle of my diamonds.
Drinkin on Yak, makin my way to the back.
When I saw this little bitch finer than the rest.
With a long weave and a tight red dress.
I conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me
Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is the
Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the thank
she got up, now somethin in the air stank.
She went in the bathroom and locked the behind her
I got off the bed and grabbed the tech the dresser.
Stood by the door it opened, niggas came out
my muthafuckin gun, "Hey nigga!" *pow pow*
Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more had busted in
Shot bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome
Shot up all the niggas, but I 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 can't me..
Long Mr. Big Ho!!!!

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