Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your spot
You see her in the club. She you like a scrub
She ain't trippin' off you, she got your crew in love
Your day of getting her in the bedroom alone
feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the reason is she
Theres a demon in between your legs a mind of its own
Now, a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she the number to your phone
And next you invite her to your home
You even thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. lips, nice legs, green eyes
Took advantage of a thousand. slept with three guys
a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
Her looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
I know a cutie, but there's power in that coochie
Underneath those tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

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a big shot. You know your dream girl
She knows how to use her looks to take of the world
She's a big shot. You you could school her
She dissed you like you were neutered, and you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She touch your ruler
She's so beutiful. A cute but looter, user and abuser
She's a big shot. Your are glued to her behind
You know her steeze, but you for it every time

Now, what about that school kid?
The always have been, will be cool kid?
The president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. around the neck
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he never lost a squabble
He put you in the locker, and your girlfriend to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you can't 'til he's gone
But owns a business, so it won't be long
Before he it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
He's got the expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
While your looking for a job, he's looking in the
He walks the halls surrounded by is fan
Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling he stands up
He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed
When he has a party, everyone's except you
And your crew. And there really ain't y'all can do
He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a

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a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
Parents got enough money to send your whole family to
He's a big shot. Testosterone
Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his
a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
Braggin' about a big dick, chick and this chick
a big shot..

My are rappers, the egoistical bastards
The people that never for your set, they think you're whacker
them 'cause they're the masters
I bet disaster is caused in their mind you rhyme
and plaster their jaws shut with a fat
To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for
He's preachin' he's live. But only that word backwards
After he dies, you can climb the ladder, a chapter
Art capture finally.
But he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
Add a tad if his acrobatical
To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of kids in battles
explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
Said you of choking him with that mic cord
Instead, he blows your straight out your head
He says, "Fuck You!" clarity. You cry hysterically
As it makes a of your passion
You tell you think he's tight
but secretly, you hope his won't be lasting
'Cause he's an asshole. But you he's got nice sound
You know what else? Your looking at him now

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I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you me
Girls never wash hands after they get a chance to touch me
I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a
But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em weak
I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody me
The only way we can do a song is if somebody me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big
The best to ever happen in the history of hip hop