Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, bitches suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin'
Choosin, they men by kinda cars they drive
kinda keys you holdin

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

Ay C keep yo' eyes for the boppers, car hoppers
Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they G's

Dress above knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, me where can I find 'em
they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the and rub the wood
See we got in Texas oh, man that pussy look good

So, I let hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a
When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no
All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car

Oh yeah, these hoes think cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that they too boomin to dispute
But pussy is the root of all
An attribute put up in they head by momma

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes
talkin' 'bout, how they passin' these hoes 'round
But y'all trickin', them hoes me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a goodie but an

Fifty there, a hundred dollars here
You brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer
homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home

And didn't even fuck, man what the
If you didn't to fuck then get the fuck up out the truck
You know I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or

Now bitches stare a nigga down he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

When you look at my and you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick between hips
And when you smile and your ass, my grill smile right back
I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac

And I'ma fuck you and fuck all yo'
Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
TV, VCR playin X-rated films

Of myself, runnin up in beauty
But let me tell y'all the difference between y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all bitch wanted to do
Is just ride for free and for free

But bitch not me, you ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my seat, you bitch!

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a down when he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car