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 used to be scared of the dick now I 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, it's a big momma
Can't tell by the in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, one
And another one, and another one, and one

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

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

Killas be quiet, my bring the riots
Tough talk, 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 studio me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you
Pull a power coup make, you jump ship
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the
With the mafia thugs and all 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 like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like

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

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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a wha, pussy greased up
the g's up, keeps 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
Better off wit the Playboy uh, fuckin' wit da Don
the keys, G's threes for pape's

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

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

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