Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big baby
It's big pimpin, 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
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I 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
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be 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 ride 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, 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

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, my scenario
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' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step 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 while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the that 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 crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man,

We be big spendin' cheese
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', spendin'
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big 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
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' 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 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 Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga