Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
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 fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't feed em
First time they fuss I'm
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 need to beat the
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
him and split 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 heart to a
Not for nothin', never
be forever mackin'
Heart 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 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just it
You gotta pay like you wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
Pump it up in the
the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga 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 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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' 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, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin'
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