Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on
just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars drive
What keys you holdin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of myself, up in beauty 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 ride for free and for free

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

Now bitches stare a nigga 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But 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

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 fuck you you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

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