Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
It's big pimpin, 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 don't 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
trust than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
be forever 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 spendin'
em out now
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
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We 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

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little 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 down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two 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 we breakin' these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock poppin' 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' with the motherfuckin' 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 that 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 Jigga Man, Pimp 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, at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I wasn't baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, cheese
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga