Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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, em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I fuckin' feed em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
trust than believe em
In the cut I keep em
I need a nut, 'til 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 fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all 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 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 spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's that 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 that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
sit back and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't fuck a 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 pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be 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 nigga if you I
Then you wait 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 as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' 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.
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
we be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga 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 call it
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I wasn't baby, I would 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' weed and noise

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 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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga