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, em, leave em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
Many chicks want to put fist in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
Heart as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I hate
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 spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big 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
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it be a little hit
Go read a you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
blowed 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 just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', spendin'
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

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

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