Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I fuckin' need em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I fuckin' 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 I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my 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 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 Man, Pimp 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' straight up out the black
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere 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 over little
And if you a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the that we breakin' these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start like ozone
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
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 just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', cheese
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

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

We be big pimpin, cheese
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
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga