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, fuck em, love em, em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, 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 sense of the word,
Better trust believe em
In the cut I keep em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
Many chicks to put Jigga fist in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
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 ride em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
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 big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't a scary hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a 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' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't 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 back as I'm to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start like ozone
We keep hoes crunk 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 pimpin' 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.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all 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 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.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B