Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't fuckin' em
First time they fuss I'm
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
him and split his bucks
Just because you got head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
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 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 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a 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 can't it
But if you hatin' I
Then you 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 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 that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the start poppin' like ozone
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' on the flip
blowed 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 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 Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga

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

We be big pimpin, cheese
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, 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 that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga