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
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't feed em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
Better trust believe em
In the cut where I em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
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 as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, 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.
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 doin' big up in N.Y.C.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a 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 know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step up yo' vocab
be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But nigga if you I
you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm 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
Ain't the track that we on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' with 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.
just that Jigga 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, Pimp C, and Bun B

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my we call it buck
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and 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 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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga