Luyện nghe bài hát Big Ballin'

I told ya fuckin' ass I be
In a brand new Fleetwood
License plate say makin' nigga fa sho
by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes

See broads want stars
Big dicks in the drows
Seven a week, seven brand new cars

Yeah, I it parkin' GS 300
Check us and it the Navigator
with the elevator

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

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

News cars, pretty broads, superstars
Going far, goin' to the bowl, in the hole
And I owe my nigga for me two kilos
ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty wheels is what I roll
And I pass yo bitch all outta control

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

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

Ballin' everyday popin' Dom P
til ya fall is the Cash Money motto
Flashy , pretty broads
The word uptown we these cars

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

Fight who you fight
who you gotta shoot
Boot who you boot
Do you gotta do

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

Ten years ago a of mine
Brought me to second line
Met meatball, nair, mets
you do a D.J. in the jets

Bought two trigger mans and brown
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the
Best believe next I'ma be downtown
court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down

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

Yous a Money bitch
Say what you still a Cash bitch
I say Lisa
You still a Money bitch
Say what you a Cash Money bitch

My nigga ya wit me
Fa sho
Now bring it to the Caliope

livin' for the Sunday
On the lake cake
Watchin' niggaz ridin' with they honey
(Drinkin' Daquiri)

Hoes packin', white actin'
Givin' tickets nigga for the
feudin', game losin'

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

Told me he kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, tight
And we about to start this all night flight