Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo main gul
Frank the dirty hog
That's some of Peruvian weed
Okay, okay okay okay okay,

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

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

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

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

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol under my seat wit a sack 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 game of
Rule 1, 'em all and follow 'em right
Rule 2, don't take no shit from none of hoes
Just be bought 2 things fuckin' 'em out and 'em broke

Rule 3, if you get some 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 lay out the back doe

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

Rule 7, aww naw, now should've been 1
eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun
Rule 8, just 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my late Kevin

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

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
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 slickest you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw, the devil's son in law,
I know you niggaz know how
To the saddest hoes snort powder 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 that ya'll need to know
When I empty out yo block I'm gone fill it wit

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

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

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

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

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

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

blown, smoking hay
Getting blown, hay