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 thug em, fuck em, love em, em
I don't 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 every sense of the word,
Better than believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I need a nut, I need to beat 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 Jigga in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be mackin'
cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, 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.
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 big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
a mill' up off a sorry 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
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you can't take it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break 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
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' these on
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' ozone
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big spendin' cheese
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', 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, keepin' up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, weed 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, 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