Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo main gul
Frank Dingaling the hog
some of that Peruvian weed
Okay, okay okay okay, okay

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

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

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

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

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
under my seat 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

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

Rule 3, if you get some 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 don't lay out the doe

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

Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've 1
Don't eva leave the house being strapped wit a gun
8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my late Kevin

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

I'm bendin' corners in my
under 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
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 make the saddest hoes snort and get live

Been doing this shit the age 5, way back in 85' and I still ain't tired
But why? 'Cuz that's something that need to know
When I empty out yo block I'm gone fill it wit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting blown, hay
blown, smoking hay