Luyện nghe bài hát Contract

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

As I pull up to the
out of the Jag
24's spinning with a dealership tag
New
Bright leather and pearl blue
These they choosing like 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
Haters me out
Now me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters me out
on the Crystal
Bitches get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my
bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my
Bring your friends so we can let party begin
And bring a box of Magnum so we can fuck till the end

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

Just up at the club
I'm fly a muthafucka
Damn, why they staring ho, I'm the muthafucka
Not the door
We better go through the
See, that was back then, now 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 said "I'm 20 East, I'm to Decatur"
And the hater
It's about this paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the
I ain't got love for if all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we the waiter
You right, I'm a muthafuckin player
So tell me how you it
You Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she know how to donut, for real

Hey bitch sign your name on the line
Cause you to me
Hey bitch sign your name on the line
Cause now mine

Hey, hey
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to
Time to go to work bitch, it's boy Lil Jon
Never will I a bitch
Why would I a bitch?
Always dog a bitch
only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga
Trying to get a stock
I'm never gonna break
Not even for a little
I'm a player, not a
Always 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 white Lac pimpin like Don Juan
When I up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come like mice for traps
Ain't got my ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it make sense
I'll mack a bitch and pimp a bitch
As as she making me filthy rich

Took a bunch of pills, on my beers
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin
Riding the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping from my realm
Mesmerized by the words thats out my mouth
So I'm money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
After I bounce
To ho, in a totally different city
for a whole show
They say, "why you call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You in the club" I say, "bitch, where 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 hoes gonna winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no way
Even if the bitch pregnant, no Happy Mother's Day

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

Get ass up

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

If you fucking with me, you better get ass out there
And make that money
Rain, sleet or
Rob, and kill for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho