Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

Well, now haha, have we here?

with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

almost ten o clock, see I got a ball of lifted property
So I slid my beenie hat on
And out to take up a collection
I got like I read the directions
I'm wishing that I had an
As I feel the cold wind rush
But let me state that I am a hustler for
So you know I got the stolen bus

Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the
This ole look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my ole partner said
His brother got popped, pay my
Can you the bell? We came to my stop
The street reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger as it turns round
Which off the chrome of the BMW

Which reflects off the fact I am broke
Now what the is new
I need lot, I sweat the in the tweed suit
And I'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease
Eased up slow and
tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't wanna up, the come on
So I smiled my eyes, said hey, how it's hanging guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no

this motherfucka had a hella of Andrew Jacksons
I'm a or pickpocket, give a fuck what you call it
to call 'em fat cats
I call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto
Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept
Sneaky motherfucka a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but that won't no bullets
Story just but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm low

Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
Come it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

My echo in the darkness
My clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look and I hear my stomach growling
Step to king to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for shit I can get by doing dirt
Link up to the cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like
Damn the shit, I do for a hamburger

Well, you got my number, you gonna call me
It depends is burgers attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry"
I'm just kidding, call you, write you love letters
"It's all good"
Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up a Dr Pepper
That's you want some ice
Yeah, and some fries will be nice
Damn my managers coming play it off have a nice day

I'm up outta anyway, I use peoples before they use me
you could get got by an Uzi over an oz
That's what an og me
Got's to find someplace and cozy
To eat the vittles that I got
Came to an parking lot
This is good as any fuck, it's all good
in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hood

Ate my burger, back my cola
Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I it was a roller
Want me to call the cops?" I don't them to see me
Looked down and saw I was sitting on a Lamboughini
It was Ferraris and jags by the dozen
A building door opened, it was my cousin
Getting offa work up no lie

Tux and a black bow tie
I was hey, "Who is it", me
"Oh what's up man, I just quit company
hella racist and the pay was too low "
I said arite what was up in though
"A with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation
I know they got cabbage owning
IBM chryslers and shit is they seeing"

Just a light bulb went off in my head
They be thinking all folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and I'll do some swindling
Fit the change in the and I freeze off my nuts
Let's take a short while I get into this tux
Grunt zipp, I'm ready

with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce
with it
Get down, get down, get 2ce

Fresh dressed like a bucks
I be the flyiest in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a angle up, silver tray in my hand
May I interest you in some mam
My eyes shoots the room there and here
the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow
And a strong ass scent of stogies Havana

What no place where a brother been
Snobby ole ladies drinking with rich white men
All right, then let's begin
Nights this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix noticed different cliques
Talking, giggling and
Well, one mother fucka gave me
And everybody else it throttling

Found out later you know coca bottling
to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and
him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black man frank nitty
Mr. said to Mr. Mayor, "You know we got a process like
Ice T's hair, we put up the fund for your election
And oh um, waiter can you the champagne?"

A real estate fronts as arousing
To make some condos out of low income
Immediately we some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police
Harrasing me everybody till look inebriated
When we the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the urban or Jesse Jackson
My man owns Marlboros, donated a fat sum

That's I step back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down, wrestle my thoughts like a sumo
no one player that could beat this lunacy
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a community
This is how shit can get
It reads on my birth certificate
is my middle name but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled only half the game
Shit how the do I get out of this place?