Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm of a master plan
And I'm bringing this faster than
other lil' bastards can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no

You want to pop that that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties you get that dance
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master

Original old rock balling rappers
still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a down on his luck
You try and flag us you see us coming down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch
See, we makes a bitch pay a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, how this shit feel
This studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'

I got them bitches popping getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the game that we go stop

I got them thug ass niggaz with the
And you know that we blowing herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

To many out here buying hoes a meal
that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the door
me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the hoe

I don't stunt and blow smoke up ass, baby
But don't be all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the

Sweet Jones, Grain
With all that shit you ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't but tricks
But we sipping lean and bricks

Popping pills, the wood wheel
Fuck you're from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, I'll you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

I got them bitches popping pussy buck
And you know that we give a fuck
I got bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game I got don't stop

I got thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you know that it ain't this rap

Bitch, niggaz getting hit in the
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And everyday young boys that's
Lay it down when we chopping on the

I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my
Balling on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them keys

riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my

Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes with a
Niggaz with them gold teeth, fast talking on the
Some of us are cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic
Back Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go a bitch, I'ma like wicked witch
got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow your mind the real in the wind
The main thing fucking up these hoes is fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping
Take a around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business, what the deal, man, hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the and kind of get like buck
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper even if you straight her

I ain't mad about my girl licking with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and your job
I need the spectacles, testicles, and watch

I the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now nigga, now you talking get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear bullshit, bitch, walk

I got them bitches popping pussy getting
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the game I got, don't stop

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know that it about this rap

Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday boys that's paid
Lay it down when we on the blades

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