Luyện nghe bài hát Contract

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip wet
You what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig here man
my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, and contracts," you know what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know I'm talking about
Hey man, you me
Master constitution for the
And let prostitution be the solution
Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee
It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know I'm talking about
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this ho
You know what I'm about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you ass bitch

As I pull up to the
out of the Jag
24's still spinning a dealership tag
New
Bright leather and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these no mind
As I stroll to the of the VIP line
Straight in I go, straight to the bar
I got a status,
so I I'm a star
checking me out
Now tell me what's that
chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the
Bitches get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my
These calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy downtown, room 112, my darlin
Bring your so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of rubbers so we can fuck till the end

Hey bitch, sign name on the dotted line
you belong to me
you belong to me,
Hey bitch sign your name on the line
now you're mine

Just pulled up at the
I'm fly than a
Damn, why they staring ho, I'm the muthafucka
Not the front
We go through the back
See, that was then, now look where we at
to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You go by 2 or 3
you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and "what's up for later?"
I "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And the hater
It's about making paper
And she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the
I ain't got love for niggaz if all try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin
So tell me how you it
You Get up on it
I ain't with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

Hey sign your name on the dotted line
you belong to me
Hey bitch your name on the dotted line
Cause now you're

Hey, hey
Hey bitch get up time to go to work
to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never I love a bitch
Why I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a
They good for sucking dick
Or on a nigga cock
Trying to get a nigga
I'm never gonna bread
Not even for a little
I'm a player, not a
gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, let you know
MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm
Sorry, bitch, you pay me

Old school Lac pimpin like Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my
Make these hoes come running mice for traps
got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a
If it ain't about money, then it make sense
I'll mack a and I'll pimp a bitch
As long as she making me filthy

Took a of pills, drinking on my beers
Sitting on a mill, but I'm still
Riding the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes my realm
Mesmerized by the thats coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out bitches' bank accounts
After that I
To ho, in a totally different city
for a whole other
They say, "why you call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, my dividends?"
You bout to make me your neck, I have to ask your ass again
I'm Don a.k.a "stay hard"
That mean gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no way
Even if the bitch pregnant, there's no Happy Day

Hey bitch sign name on the dotted line (sign right here)
you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted (right here)
Cause now mine (you mine, ho)

Get ass up

If you get out line, I'm a your eye
I'm a your eye
I'm a your eye
have my money y
ou better my money, bitch)
Cause you signed your name on the dotted
So get off your ass and get on the
Get up, get out and make my motherfucking money, right now
Forgot I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a in every inch of the word
of the verb
Every of the curb
I'm a hit, the lottery baby
believe it
please it
Hey,
If it's you wanting, pimping you needing
from me
from a real pimp
But bitch all I can see
Any day of the week, when you fucking me

If you with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that muthafuckin
Rain, or snow
Rob, and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho