Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

I told ya ass I be back
In a brand new Cadillac
License plate say money makin' fa sho
by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes

See broads want stars
Big dicks down in the
Seven days a week, brand new cars

Yeah, I done it GS 300
Check us and front it the
with the elevator

You not a hata, then press floor
So you can see the Big Tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new

And on the side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top drinkin' juices
gin juices, with gin juices, with gin

News cars, broads, neighborhood superstars
far, goin' to the super bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my name
Fame got my game tight

Dirt digga, hoe go-getta, nigga line
Playboy, I got ten on ya
Car shinna, rim blinda, 20 rida
Nigga and you can ride beside me

Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape
Neighborhood naked watcha, border line Hen poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my one chick
And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide
And playa you can that shit

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big is my hobby

I see you jockin' 'cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya about his ladies, and all his babies

I know what they like, brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga, we
Everybody Cash Money ride or die nigga

inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all control

Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big user, hoe abuser

It's the sticker man, full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha bitch the Tymers playin'

Ballin' everyday Dom P bottles
Ball til ya fall is the Money motto
Flashy , pretty broads
The word we bought these cars

For girls I bought pretty
new shoes, with tatoos
A Money motto do what you gotta do

Fight who you gotta
Shoot who you gotta
who you gotta boot
Do you gotta do

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Big, big, big ballin' is my

Ten years ago a friend of
Brought me to uptown line
Met meatball, nair, mets
Want you do a D.J. in the

two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop pussy in the middle of the street
believe next week I'ma be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch down

Then I'm mosy on down the kanel
Put up the mic 'cuz I got a story ta tell, Teresa

a Cash Money bitch
Say what you still a Cash bitch
I say lil'
You still a Money bitch
Say what you still a Money bitch

My Baby ya wit me
Fa sho
Now bring it to the McMelph

Niggas livin' for the
On the bakin' cake
Watchin' niggaz ridin' 'round with they
(Drinkin' Daquiri)

packin', white folks actin'
Givin' tickets for the jackin'
Niggaz feudin', game

Lil' told me ta watch hoes tryin' to abuse me
Joe Casey, goin'
My told me to watch these motherfuckin' feds
Chilly, Chilly actin' silly but cha name

Told me he gon' kill him a
Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to this all night flight