Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put 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', be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be mackin'
Heart as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I waitin'
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 doin big 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 that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' 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 pairs of on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
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 start poppin' ozone
We keep hoes crunk like
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' 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 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.
just that 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 hood we it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin'
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them 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 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
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga