Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing this paper faster
These lil' bastards can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause ain't no joke

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

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

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

I got them bitches popping pussy getting
And you know that we give a fuck
I got them on the corner selling cock
And the game that we go stop

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

To many niggaz out here buying hoes a
that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the door
Fuck me right and me tight
And you just hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty class baby
You a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the

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

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

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

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

Bitch, niggaz hit in the front
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And young boys that's paid
Lay it down we chopping on the blades

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

Always riding things, shining on them twanky things
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, pimping dead, never has it left my mouth

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

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

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

What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me
Make me walk up in the and kind of get like buck
Oh, you fucking 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 pussy with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that ain't my world
Bitch, tell you what your job and your job nonstop
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 popping pussy buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the that I got, don't stop

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

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

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