Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I fuckin' feed em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
Better than believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me give my heart to a
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
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 spendin'
em out now
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
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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't pull it out little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go a book 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' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' butt-naked, just break 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
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when 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, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' 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 just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Uh out, throwin' up, keepin' 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 fuck with y'all
If I wasn't baby, I would 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' and talkin' 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 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