Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Thug]
Big
Like the opp say big business, you know I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, real big
Hublot, nigga get business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get women nigga
Big business, talk shit Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, on
Big pimping, out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets,
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, on
Fuck you YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like B, woah
Outdated tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets,
at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got money on my
Put some money on they books, that's a
I declare war on the beast for my God,
3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little beat and loop that
Get a money, I'll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the at?"
Now I can't ride with the roof
Tell 'em I don't play around other people's kids
Got an office in the
bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the
a trip to my rib
'Cause she leaving where I but I see her in a min
Got a prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby ups, ay
Big old Bentley, I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under
Put you in the friend zone if you acting too friendly
a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to shake down another cheap
You tell he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young
a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big
Bitch said nigga to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y'all niggas stopping
Black card in my wallet, feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the Margielas
We was tryna a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked and filled my schedule
just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all the ID channel
Young nigga around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
I ain't no rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she back

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me like you who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh