Luyện nghe bài hát Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)

So I typed a text to a girl I to see
Sayin' that I chose this pie with whom I wanna be
And I if this message gets 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
Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no
Peninsula
It makes no sense, I crazy
Give up all this cat that's in my lap
No lookin'
don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as as they can
The atmosphere is now
I'm so like a pimp, I'm it's night
So the light the sun
Would not me on my bum
I shoot the moon
High the broom
Like a preemie out the
My partner yellin' "Too soon! do it!
Reconsider! Read liter-ature on the subject
You Fuck it
You know we got your back like
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 heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Man girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part... your part

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

Baby you been rollin' solo, time to get down the team
The is greener on that other side, if know what I mean
I show you shit you never seen, the Seven of the World
And I can make you the if you wanna be my girl
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 able to I'm the truth and not a fable
We rock the freshest Sable, keep that 'chilla on the
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my
I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya get rich
as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B
Cuz what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the and how it goes
We tryin' to get

Eeny meeny decisions, with I pick or
Make my on who I choose to be wit' girl
touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I do, tippin' for life
That's like makin' it every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your parasol
Cuz gonna get wetter
Better ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she
"Ask-ask McCartney"
"The lawyers 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 20K a day, that bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty, just plump
Cuz you miscalculated the to the-the last pump
"Dump-dump in the gut, raw the giddy up"
"Better choose right one or pick-pick the kiddies up"
"(Shit)"