Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper than
other lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the I broke
And a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke

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

Original old school rock balling
Bitches still say we high side call us sky
But why us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming 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 wouldn't sit still, how this shit feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit pimpin'

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

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

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

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

Sweet Jones, Gripping
With all that shit you talk got no bezatine chain
And most of niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
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 bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner cock
And the game that I got don't

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
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 boys that's
Lay it down when we chopping on the

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 weed, picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking

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

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

Right Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back Chevy keys, ready 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 real business in the
The main fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be pimping hoes

What the business, what the deal, man, these got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get buck
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my
Bitch, you got to pay the piper if you straight rape 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 what your job and job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and

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

I got thug ass niggaz with the syrup
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, hit in the front
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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