Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big baby
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
Cause I don't fuckin' em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
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 with the in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga 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
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
cold 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 spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that 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 that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
sit back and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a 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 it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' 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
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 poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, 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.
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
we be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that 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
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know 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.
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 Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga