Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
First time they fuss I'm
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better trust than em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to the guts
it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And ride check 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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
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 it's the big Southern rap
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now time, every 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 pull it out over little
And if you a lick 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
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just it
You gotta pay like you wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

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

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
Everybody want to ball, 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'
shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' and talkin' noise

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