Luyện nghe bài hát Big Shot

You know the of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
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 dreamin' of her in the bedroom alone
Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the
And peepin', and the reason is she knows
a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
Now, a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to phone
And weekend you invite her to your home
You weren't thinking. You got played by a pro
She's a big shot. Thick lips, legs, green eyes
advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
Ain't a hoe or a groupie. 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 power in coochie
Underneath those tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's

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She's a big shot. You know your girl
She knows how to use her looks to advantage of the world
She's a big shot. You thought you school her
She you like you were neutered, and told 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 eyes are glued to her
You her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that school kid?
The always have been, always will be kid?
The class president valedictorian. "A plus", quaterback
convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
The letter on the jacket. Medal the neck
Pin on his chest, and on his rep
He only dates models. Drinks his Summit the bottle
When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never a squabble
He put you in the locker, and your girlfriend to prom
He's in your life everyday, and you wait '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 for a job, he's looking in the mirror
He walks the halls surrounded by is fan
Starts fads, trends, and hits the ceiling when 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 nothin' y'all can do
in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school

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

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

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I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you me
Girls wash their 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 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 somebody me
I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big
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