Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, em, leave em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I don't fuckin' em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
trust 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
Many chicks to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I hate
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.
just 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just take it
But if you hatin' I
you wait 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 flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these on
Ain't the that we flows on
But shit 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, gettin' on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
It's 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 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 we call it buck
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 baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know them Texas boys
Comin' down in toys, smokin' 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 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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga