Luyện nghe bài hát Break A Bitch Til I Die

Pimp, it's pimp shit, pimp
Nigga said, his bitch took him to for child support
It's cheaper to keep her real talk
Cheaper to her that's real talk, cheaper to keep her

Now if you don't think I know what the I'm talkin' 'bout
Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two
Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a of the pie

impossible, to stop a ho
So let her go, and get the
Lead the way or step
Break a bitch the day I die

Check me out, no doubt, I flip the game and
I check her in wit Magic Man Juan, or Ken
I got back from Milwaukee, the All-Star game
Not the NBA nigga, I'm talkin' real playa mayne

Macks, ballas, hustlas, and
On the real my nig, you got to, got to get the
And if you got to shoot to get the
Then I you got to do what you gotta do

But this, fa sho this, it's somethin' for realer
From a fifty cent to a thousand dollar nigga
George Bush, the army, and the G.I.
Nigga P.I., until I D.I.

Now if you don't think I what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Run to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes
Bitches try to pull snake moves to get a of the pie

Now get mad when you see me wit ya girlfriend
She shot gun, smokin' the damn thang again
Now say it true
Baby you gank 'em and play 'em it ain't no on you

That ain't what I do, just because I time wit you
really mean I'm lyin' to you
You got to understand what this young will say
'Cause about now, it ain't no time for play

Now me slap ya ass wit dicks, bitch
You was strictly, dickly, why you clitly
even better, now both of you bitches lick me
Then I sit back and y'all eat pussy

off my feet and count my cheese
Snoop this the XLF, this the P I M P
Look, she think she out
Wait I put her on the fast track
And her turned out P.I

Now if you think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Run down to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two
Bitches try to snake moves to get a piece of the pie

'Lil pretty ass bitch, but she gotta monkey
I know she suck 'dicks her lips nice and puffy
But she got the thought, kinda got me turned off
be why she sweatin' me, the ecstasy she gon off

For realer, ho don't I'm bout that scrilla
I peel her like a sun kiss for comin' wit dumb shit
I the P.I., poppin' fa sho
Other suckas tend to 'em, we just cop 'em and blow

Ho's come, ho's go, ho's ya slow
So keep her up in her ass, unless a dick in her throat
Main grew bitch will go I make ya do
And keep ya on my Stacy's while I'm lacin' you

Ya sex and shit, and gettin' naked quick
Ya lil' wreck less bitch, so gon and check chips
And bring every penny back and deck
And pull a couple of mo' hos you know wanna get wrecked

Now if you don't think I know the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Run to the Dogg House, and see fo' yo own two eyes
Bitches try to snake moves to get a piece of the pie

impossible, to stop a ho
So let her go, and get the
the way or step aside
Break a till the day I die