Luyện nghe bài hát Int'l Players Anthem

So I a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message you down
Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her
all around me, true, but I'm no island
Peninsula
It makes no sense, I know
up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view
They dip as as they can
The is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad night
So the light the sun
Would not me on my bum
I shoot the moon
High the broom
Like a out the womb
My yellin' "Too soon! Don't do it!
Reconsider! some liter-ature on the subject
You sure? it
You know we got your like chiroprac-tic
If bitch do you dirty
We'll her ass out in some detergent
Now hurry
Go on to the
I know you ain't a pimp, but remember what I taught ya
your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Hey keep your heart, three stacks, keep your
Man these is smart, three stacks, these girls is smart
Play part... play your part

My bitch a choosy
Never fuck a rubber
in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, a Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the
Trash like to with $40 in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch it no love
She be cross country, givin' all she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, me a red
Every we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some hoes wanna but them bitches too scary
bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Baby you rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on other side, if know what I mean
I you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, ain't my style
a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile
We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' table
Cuz you to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We the freshest Sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar up on my back?
I'm a million mack that need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in life, watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, as 1-2-3
Get down U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B
Cuz what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no
Don't be a lame, you the game and how it goes
We tryin' to get

meeny decisions, with precision I pick or
Make my on who I choose to be wit' girl
Don't touch my protection, I know you it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, for life
That's like makin' it rain every on schedule
Let me tell you, get your parasol
Cuz gonna get wetter
prepare ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that but we see she don't
"Ask-ask McCartney"
"The couldn't stop me"
"Slaughter-slaughterin' pockets"
"Had to tie her to a rocket"
Send her in to outer space, I know he he could
Cuz he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating
Like an infant on a double D titty, getting plump
Cuz you miscalculated the next to the-the pump
"Dump-dump in the gut, raw the giddy up"
"Better choose right one or pick-pick the kiddies up"
"(Shit)"