Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing this faster than
These lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my 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 your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no orders, Visas or Master Cards

Original old school rock rappers
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 down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the game taught y'all bitch play?
See, we makes a bitch pay like a bitch
And then a bitch stay sit still, fuck how this shit feel
This studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'

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

I got them thug ass niggaz 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 about rap

To many niggaz out here buying hoes a
Nigga ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal the front door
Fuck me and suck me tight
And you just might hit the hoe

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

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

pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, take 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 with the syrup
And you know that we blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know it ain't about this rap

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

I'm always trying to put in work, wanna do my dirt
Balling on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got fucking 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 a player slap
People say, that dead, never has it left my mouth

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

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

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

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

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a
'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 need the spectacles, testicles, and watch

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

I got them bitches pussy 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, don't

I got them ass niggaz with 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, hit in the front
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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