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 thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, keep em 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 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
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
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', y'all be
Me give my heart to a
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We 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

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
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, just it
You pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's 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, the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Man, fool

We be big pimpin' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
just 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 just that 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 still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know 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 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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga