Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo gul drawers
Frank Dingaling the hog
That's some of that Peruvian
Okay, okay okay okay, okay

Now is a pimpin' day so
I on my 'llac with black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 tux
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie plush

Don't got no main lady I don't like to fuck
Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to
these G'z out with us, shut these P'z down to flush
I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts they bust what

We corners in a plush crush
And 2 clips cuz I'm quick to bust
One pimp 4 hoes so we gon'
We got a case of yak so my dick won't

Them 20 inches got that Deville sittin' tall
12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gon' when we crawl here we come
We poppin' 65432 and comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, getting

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
4 hoes in the back one in my lap
Getting head, on the

Now, it's eight rules to my of life
Rule 1, learn 'em all and 'em right
Rule 2, don't take no from none of these hoes
be bought 2 things fuckin' 'em out and leavin' 'em broke

Rule 3, if you ever get bread to buy a key
Make sure the nigga you getting it from work for the MPD
Rule 4, if you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it the first time
You lay out the back doe

Rule 5, most important, keep yo pride
Fuck what they sayin' hind closed doors, you the South get live
Rule 6, tell playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch
'Cuz they ain't droppin' hits

Rule 7, aww naw, now should've been 1
Don't eva leave the house without strapped wit a gun
8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my late Uncle

Bring it back now, them 20 inches got Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like wall
We gon' creep when we here we come
We 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
hay, getting blown

I'm bendin' corners in my
4 hoes, in the back, one in my lap
head, on the road

Now ask yo self, am I the pimp you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw, the son in law, why?
I know you niggaz know how
To the saddest hoes snort powder and get live

Been doing this shit since the age 5, way back in 85' and I still tired
But why? 'Cuz something that ya'll need to know
I empty out yo block I'm gone fill it wit holes

Bring it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin'
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like
And we gone creep we crawl
We poppin' 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, blown

I'm corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes in the back one in my lap
Getting head, on the

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
hay, getting blown

I'm bendin' corners in my
4 in the back, one head in my lap
head, on the road

On the road, getting
On the road, head
On the road, hay
Getting blown, hay

blown, smoking hay
Getting blown, hay