Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better trust believe em
In the cut where I em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
Divorce him and split his
because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me give my heart to a
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
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 that Jigga Man, 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.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a you illiterate son of a bitch and step 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 take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You gotta pay like you 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
the track that we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man,

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

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' 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 Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, cheese
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga