Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm of a master plan
And I'm bringing this faster than
other lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping no joke

You want to pop that that's a slim ass chance
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 money orders, or Master Cards

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

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

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

I got thug 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 ain't this rap

To many niggaz out buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch to feel
I close the deal from the door
Fuck me right and suck me
And you just might hit the hoe

I don't stunt and smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga as my self it'll 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 most of y'all niggaz nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking

pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where you're 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 pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a
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 know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
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 young boys that's paid
Lay it down we chopping on the blades

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

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

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

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

Now see, let me your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing fucking up hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was pimping 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 strip and kind of get like
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the even if you straight rape her

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

I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover
On and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
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 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 stay
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 boys that's paid
Lay it down when we on the blades

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