Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Thug]
Big
Like the opp say big business, you know I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, nigga get business
Whole hoes, nigga get your women, heh
'er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission
Pimp C, I doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like
And a trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets,
Looking at your kid, I be the papi (sheesh)
65 in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin,
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me,

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got on my card
Put some money on books, that's a yard
I war on the beast for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I the two cap
me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I'll that
Get a money, I'll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride with the back
Tell 'em I don't play around with other kids
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she leaving where I but I see her in a min
Got a prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a money from the tour, yeah
it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under
Put you in the friend if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for
Wake up real early but I eat
Go and hit the streets with that brief
to shake down another cheap skate
You could he's lying, cheesecake

3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours with a big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y'all niggas ain't
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn
Young nigga 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I ain't no nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh