Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be all saditty with class 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 shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but
But we lean and breaking bricks

Popping pills, the wood wheel
where you're 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 buck
And you that 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 thug ass with the syrup
And you that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know that it about this rap

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

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

Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it my mouth

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

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

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

What the business, the deal, man, these hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the and kind of get like buck
Oh, you with my cheese, oh, you fucking 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 your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, and watch

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 them bitches popping 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 niggaz the syrup
And you that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about 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 we chopping on the blades

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