Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time they 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 where I em
'Til I need a nut, I need to beat the guts
it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And let's ride 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 just that Jigga Man, 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 rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We pull it out over little shit
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
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
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', spendin'
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 smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas
Comin' down in candied toys, weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, spendin
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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga