Luyện nghe bài hát Big Timer

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there, big timer, big timer
I got to the ceiling
there, big timer
Won't 'cha, make money and do what ya wanna

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Let the champagne glasses, cashes, out the ass
Drinks for everybody, mama stickin up the tab (mama mia)
even ask if I could handle it
Bitch you know I'm stackin ends like the clampets (there it is)
Down south hustlin, workin my
Mint labeled in God we trust'n
Bustin at the haters in the way of
Cause I ain't to live from month to month (naw) that's stress
I only want the best there is off the top
But I ain't bout to brag the shit I don't got
So when you see the e4-20 know that mine, paid out in full
So I put it in my
Thirty two square foot, no doubt
Manicured landscape, and this my
Paid out too, so I I got the room
To state the fact that them don't like that
But fuck that big timers put knot in the air
And your nine for them jackers out there
your life, boy

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I be crackin like
Fiend the bachelor
That's too many muthafuckin dollars, what I'm after
Meal ticket stash-a from flippin plaster
Now forever paid mama mia and the master
I cause disasters the s's to the g
No clubs won't start without the of me
Ya better ask somebody, my cake give chills
Givin migraine headaches from breakin these
See these chills but get to it, we way out
Every (? ) that I on chrome, is paid out
to the house on the hill, but no wife
Take the diamonds out my rol, your house no light
The more ice, I'm wicked you're sick, and piss ya
take a long line, the dance floor on whispers

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