Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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 need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
Better trust believe em
In the cut where I 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 dick in the
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
cold as assassins, I got no passion
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 just 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 just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't pull it out 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
be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
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 pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
Gettin' blowed with the 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
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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we it buck
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' 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 that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga