Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Thug]
Make a bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a big body
Bitch said nigga to stop got 100 racks on me
fit in my pocket
I'm a nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma my partner
I was at one of my feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
We was beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of 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 now, young 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 coming

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