Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

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

You want to pop that that's a slim ass chance
Put the in the panties when you get that dance
This C O D nigga, so you can keep 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 a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us you see us coming down in a buck

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

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 game that we go don't

I got them thug ass 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 about rap

To niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me
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 class
You with a nigga such as my self it'll you
So pay before a fuck around and be the tosser

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

pills, work 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 pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner cock
And the game that I got don't

I got them thug ass with the syrup
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 give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And everyday young that's paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my
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 them fucking

Always riding Chevy things, on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my

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

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

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

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

I ain't mad about my girl pussy with a girl
'Cause she got to get it 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 Coke keys, door keys, low keys, keys
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella
Now nigga, now you talking hoes get to
And I trying to hear that bullshit, bitch, walk

I got bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know we couldn't give a fuck
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 stay
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

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

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