Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big baby
It's big pimpin, G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh,
Ge-ge-geyeah,
Ge-ge-geyeah,

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't fuckin' em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many chicks want to put Jigga in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
be forever mackin'
Heart as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And let's ride em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just take it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track we breakin' these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' on the flip
Gettin' with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin'

We be big pimpin, spendin
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
we be big pimpin, spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B