Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

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

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

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

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

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

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

To many niggaz out here hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a supposed to feel
I the deal from the front door
me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the hoe

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

Sweet Jones, Gripping
With all that shit you talk ain't got no chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't but tricks
But we sipping lean and bricks

Popping pills, work the wood
where you're 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 pussy buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got them on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got stop

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we blowing herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it about this rap

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

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

riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player
People say, pimping dead, never has it left my mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 I got, don't stop

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you that we always blowing herb
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 down when we chopping on the

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