Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing this faster than
These other bastards can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player in full 'cause pimping ain't 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 your nuh plastic
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Cards

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

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

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

To niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the door
me right and suck me tight
And you might hit the blunt hoe

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

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

Popping pills, the wood wheel
Fuck 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 getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a
I got them bitches on the corner selling
And the that I got don't stop

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

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

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

Always riding Chevy things, 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, that pimping dead, never has it my mouth

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

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

Now see, let me blow your mind the 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 look around now it be hoes pimping

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

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

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

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

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
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 when we chopping on the

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