Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh,
Ge-ge-geyeah,
Ge-ge-geyeah,

You know I em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't feed em
First time they fuss I'm
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I to beat the guts
it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many chicks want to put fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, em out now
Ride,
And let's check em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't pull it out over little
And if you a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', spendin'
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
we be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all bout them Texas boys
down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, spendin
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
we be big pimpin, spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B