Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I don't fuckin' em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better trust believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I need a nut, I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
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 check em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
em out now
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
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We 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

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
be surprised if yo' hoe stab 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
you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these on
the track that we flows on
But shit 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, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
It's 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
we be big pimpin' 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 leather and wood, in my we call it buck
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck 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 know bout them 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 pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, 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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga