Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
Better trust believe em
In the cut I keep em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
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 nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And let's ride em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
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
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You gotta pay 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 track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

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

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

We be big pimpin, spendin
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down 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, Pimp C, and Bun B