Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

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

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

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

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

I got them bitches popping getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the game we go don't 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 about this rap

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

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

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

Popping pills, work the wood
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 pussy getting
And you know that we give a fuck
I got them on the corner selling cock
And the that 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 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 young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we on the blades

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

Always riding things, shining 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 fifth of crown, red eyes a frown
with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make your baby love us
Knot in my pocket, left pocket got them rubbers

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

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

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

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

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

I got bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the that I got, 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 strapped
And bitch, you know that it about 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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