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 of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, 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 thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my
how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

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

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

How B.I.G. and 'Un' you in the studio with me
they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella

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

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

But I tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron,
And, no, my niggas, but I like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it like figures

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

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

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

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

Lay around, clown the clock 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 threes for

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

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

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

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