Luyện nghe bài hát Contract

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

As I pull up to the
out of the Jag
24's spinning with a dealership tag
New
Bright guts and pearl blue
hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I to the front of the VIP line
Straight in I go, headed to the bar
I got a status,
so I I'm a star
checking me out
Now tell me what's about?
chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the
wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after
The Embassy Suites downtown, 112, my darlin
Bring friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can till the end

Hey bitch, sign your 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 pulled up at the
I'm fly than a
Damn, why staring ho, shit I'm the muthafucka
Not the door
We better go the back
See, that was then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we
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 muthafuck the
It's about making paper
And while she choosing hard, I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the is the vapor
I ain't got love for if all they try to do is cake her
I sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin
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 name on the dotted line
you belong to me
Hey bitch sign your on the dotted line
now you're mine

Hey, hey
Hey get up it's time to go to work
to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a
Why would I trust a
gonna dog a bitch
They only good for dick
Or riding on a nigga
to get a nigga stock
I'm never gonna break
Not for a little head
I'm a player, not a
Always gotta break a ho, down to the floor
You up, I'll 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
I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running mice for traps
got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't a bitch and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it don't sense
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a
As long as she me filthy rich

Took a bunch of pills, on my beers
Sitting on a mill, but I'm still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the
Still I'm Don Coreleone hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bank accounts
that I bounce
To another ho, in a different city
for a whole show
say, "why you don't 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 break your neck, I have to ask your ass
I'm Don a.k.a "stay hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and
Cause I have to ball, there's no way
Even if the pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day

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

Get ass up

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

If you fucking with me, you get your ass out there
And make that muthafuckin
Rain, sleet or
Rob, steal and for a muthafuckapimp like me, ho