Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your spot
You see her in the club. She treats you like a
She trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom
Straight feedin', You's beg a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the is she knows
Theres a demon in between legs with a mind of its own
Now, a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your
And next weekend you invite her to your
You weren't even thinking. You got by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. Only with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Doe or a Lucy
Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm you to be wise
I know she's a cutie, but power in that coochie
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, Levi's

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She's a big shot. You know dream girl
She how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
She's a big shot. You you could school her
She dissed you like you neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, and abuser
a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you fall for it every

Now, what about that popular school
The always have been, always be cool kid?
The president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal the neck
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the
When he walks he waddles, and he never lost a squabble
He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to
He's in your life everyday, and you wait 'til he's gone
But owns a business, so it won't be long
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's
He's got the most clothes and jewerly to wear
While looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He the halls surrounded by is fan club
fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig fool
he has a party, everyone's invited except you
And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a

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He's a big shot. Thick in his wallet
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to
a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his
He's a big shot. I.B. whiz-kid
about a big dick, that chick and this chick
a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the bastards
The people that never clap for your set, they think whacker
them 'cause they're the masters
I bet is caused in their mind when you rhyme
and plaster their jaws with a fat verse
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, a chapter
Art you'll finally.
But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical
To his genteically engineered pattern of tearin' kids in battles
That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' team sucks
Said you dream of choking him that mic cord
Instead, he your mind straight out your head
He says, "Fuck You!" clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a parody of passion
You tell friends you think he's
but secretly, you hope his won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice
You know else? Your looking at him right now

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I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you me
Girls never wash their hands they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll 'em look weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big
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