Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh,
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 feed em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
Better trust believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, em out now
Ride,
And ride 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 just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern 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 a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't 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'
be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just it
You gotta pay you weigh wet wit two pairs 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 track that we these hoes on
Ain't the 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' Jigga Man,

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' 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 Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' daily, no rest 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 pimpin 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
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga