Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

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

Now everyday is a day so
I slide on my 'llac black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 tux
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie stay

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

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

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

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 in the back one head in my lap
Getting head, on the

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

3, if you ever get some bread to buy a key
Make sure the you getting it from don't work for the MPD
Rule 4, if you try to kick in a doe, kick it right the first time
You don't lay out the doe

Rule 5, most important, keep yo pride
Fuck what they sayin' closed doors, you know the South get live
Rule 6, tell them playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad a bitch
'Cuz they shit droppin' hits

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

Bring it back now, them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin'
12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stone wall
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
Pistol under my seat wit a sack of crack
Smoking hay, 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 slickest you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw, the devil's son in law,
I you niggaz don't know how
To the saddest hoes snort powder and get live

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

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

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

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

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

On the road, getting
On the road, getting
On the road, hay
blown, smoking hay

Getting blown, hay
Getting blown, hay