Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I em, fuck em, love em, leave em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I fuckin' feed em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in 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 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 it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
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, spendin'
We 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

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' straight up out the black
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We don't it out over 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
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' 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', 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, 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 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 until pay me
Uh now y'all 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 pimpin in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga 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 just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga