Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes jaw drop?
She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your spot
You see her in the club. She treats you like a
She trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg a dog for the bone
And she's peepin', and the is she knows
Theres a demon in between your legs with a of its own
Now, you're a weakling, with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she the number to your phone
And next weekend you her to your home
You weren't thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green
Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept 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 she's a cutie, but there's in that coochie
Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, Levi's

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She's a big shot. You know your dream
She knows how to use her looks to take of the world
She's a big shot. You you could school her
She you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your
She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, and abuser
She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her
You know her steeze, but you for it every time

Now, what that popular school kid?
The always been, always will be cool kid?
The president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders
The letter on the jacket. Medal around the
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He only dates models. his Summit from the bottle
When he he waddles, and he ain't 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 wait 'til gone
But daddy owns a business, so it won't be
Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich song
He's got the most clothes and jewerly to wear
your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He walks the halls by is fan club
Starts fads, trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
When he has a party, everyone's invited you
And your crew. And there really nothin' y'all can do
He's in state, city, and town, as long as they got a school

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

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

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