Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

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

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

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

Ay C keep yo' open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, stoppers
Lookin good some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' they worth G's

Dress above knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I 'em
With they or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 fuck my car

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

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

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

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

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

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he 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

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

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

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

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

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

Look a nigga up and down 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 ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

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

Look a nigga up and 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
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car