Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
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 fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm
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 with the dick in the truck
Many want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
Heart 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 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 just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step up yo' vocab
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't 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 pairs of 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 we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger 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 down in P.A.T.
It's just that 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

Uh out, throwin' up, keepin' lean 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, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin'
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what know bout them Texas boys
Comin' in candied toys, smokin' 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.
It's just that 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga