Luyện nghe bài hát Big Momma Thang

You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha

I to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
Can't tell by the in my rings
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And one, and another one, and another one

four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is
Got to keep 'em comin' all the

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you
a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella

Trip you for the cheese, tear boom up
a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your hits
Rock Kim hats and shit

I gets down and for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the
With the thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I the sound
Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

Before I caught some disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her
Threw me at high Beam's
Face on TV's, CD's

Shit, I fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a
Geneva Diva, yeah, I it down

Lay around, clown the stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, one to know one
off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

Yeah, I ride state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New to Anaheim
While you wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
Mafia deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to shit

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
That's why mad at me