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 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 my Rollie stay plush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5, most important, keep yo Southern 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

7, aww naw, now that should've been 1
Don't eva leave the without 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 Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like wall
We gon' when 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
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 know you niggaz don't how
To make the saddest hoes snort and get live

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

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

I'm bendin' corners in my
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

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

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

On the road, head
On the road, head
On the road, hay
blown, smoking hay

Getting blown, hay
Getting blown, hay