Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a plan
And I'm this paper faster than
These other bastards can
So I'm digging in my for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no

You want to pop that pussy a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the when you get that dance
C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Cards

old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his
You try and us when you see us coming down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the game taught that bitch play?
See, we makes a bitch pay like a weigh
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how this feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit real

I got bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a
I got them bitches on the corner cock
And the game that we go don't

I got them thug ass niggaz with the
And you know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

To niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to
I close the from the front door
me right and suck me tight
And you just hit the blunt hoe

I don't and blow smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self cost you
So pay a nigga fuck around and be the tosser

Sweet Jones, Grain
With all that shit you talk got no bezatine chain
And of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking

pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

I got them bitches popping pussy buck
And you know we couldn't give a fuck
I got them on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got don't

I got them thug ass niggaz with the
And you that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about rap

Bitch, getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And everyday boys that's paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

I'm always trying to put in work, wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them keys

Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a man
Can't to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, has it left my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes with a
Niggaz with them teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make your mama love us
Knot in my pocket, left pocket got them rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt glock
Back pocket keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like witch
Always got to your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow mind the real business in the wind
The main thing up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz hoes
Take a around now it be hoes pimping hoes

What the business, what the deal, man, hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the and kind of get like buck
Oh, you with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a
'Cause she got to get it done but thing ain't my world
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and your job
I need the spectacles, testicles, and watch

I the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now nigga, now you talking get to walking
And I ain't trying to that bullshit, bitch, walk

I got them bitches pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the game I got, don't stop

I got them thug ass niggaz with the
And you know that we always blowing
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't this rap

Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

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