Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, em
Cause I don't need em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
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, I need to beat the guts
it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
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 spendin'
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, 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

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it be a little hit
Go read a 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'
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait 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 flyin' to the
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' these on
the track that we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big spendin' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga 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

Uh smokin' out, up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, cheese
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
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