Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing paper faster than
These other bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the I broke
And keep a player paid in full pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh cards
No checks, no money orders, or Master Cards

Original old school rock rappers
Bitches still say we high side us sky cappers
But why us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the taught y'all that bitch play?
See, we makes a bitch pay like a weigh
And then a stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how this shit feel
This ain't studio pimpin', shit real pimpin'

I got them popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the game that we go stop

I got them thug ass niggaz the syrup
And you know that we always blowing
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you know it ain't about this rap

To many out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to
I close the from the front door
Fuck me and suck me tight
And you might hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class
You with a nigga as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck and be the tosser

Sweet Jones, Gripping
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but
But we lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you
If you want to go to war, I'll you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

I got them bitches popping getting buck
And you know we couldn't give a fuck
I got bitches on the corner selling cock
And the that I got don't stop

I got them thug ass niggaz the syrup
And you know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't this rap

Bitch, getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And everyday boys that's paid
Lay it down when we on the blades

I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of
up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking

Always riding Chevy things, shining on twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a man
forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that dead, never has it left my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes a frown
Niggaz with them teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got rubbers

Right Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma wicked witch
Always got to your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow your mind the real in the wind
The main fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping

What the business, what the deal, man, these got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that ain't my world
Bitch, I'll tell you your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and

I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella
Now nigga, now you hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear bullshit, bitch, walk

I got them bitches pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the game I got, don't stop

I got them thug ass niggaz with the
And you know that we blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

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