Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Sum Sum

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I'm a professional, pimpin' rational
Worldwide, but national
You betta ask hoes and ask them clothes
Who dat beeds

Talkin' she fast to go
And blow Curtis
off in the lex
Let me see if she it

by so perfect
Gettin' by so
Last year I was
We but you grabbed too

DJ the slow jams
Sippin' don, never
Oh damn, beeds
Smokin' beeds in my

the beeds to the next man
Put it out in the next
on my day bew
Now who's them pimps that true

They do, uh huh, motherfucker we done you
So you can too
It's the that laid you
I know you see me in the

And the radio like a center fold
to a nigga bigga flow
It's the hoes with the shh
used to the right shh

Baby girl, hit your lights
See would the mic fit, say hello, some
Check 1, check 2, new
And all for you

Bump the AC through the
ridin' with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars then it don't sense
Well, hit the and let me do my limp, uh-huh, uh-huh

Baby girl, the mob at
You can get where the jobs at
Ho' in the word disregard that
3 men in the cad dime sacks

And their gators on, now who started
been a po P
Standing on you P 'cuz a brotha makin' mo'
And I to the door like the oldies

Saw me in the club better then I hope is
Do you have sex?
Lay in the lex
2 in effect

No stains on the
Strap up the tex
Just tell me you wanna do
But you know a brotha you

Flip a penny if we to
Heads or tails on the even if a brotha fails
I'll be losing
But I'm still to haunt you

Baby girl, come with me
You learn a lot of skills with me
Lay and be real with me
Make on the side

We can and collide
Like it's to be
it meant to me?
'Cuz you need a man to make plans to advance you

a chance and you'll dance too
Uh-huh, mic check, mic check, new
And all for you

Bump the AC through the
Still ridin' with the 10
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my

I know lookin' for the top notch
take 2 shots, alize just a few drops
Our pimpin nation not to
Get a fade and when we do shots

Get the digits to my new
Not the old new flaw
Come in pairs like 2
Me and you against the world like

And I hope you got crew locked
Can we puff to 2
Why you actin' like your too
In the get you juice-nark

Better known as A to the mother K
And um, if love that he want
no faded, umm
See I'm a and it's all mine

You dropped your man now your all
I'ma player so it takes
Defeat the purpose let me you
Better yet say the and I'ma meet you

PHD a see-through
Did he So we move
Baby girl, speak smooth
Haters hate we do, paper chasing for thee group

Well, let me go back to front, front to
In her face did I do
Get the Philly's and the from the back
Got the good game from the breeze and the

To the mall and yes, gotta ball, dress
Domp hat the rest
Head shoes and the vest clothes I
Suppose that I put 'em all to the

But you can never be me
You can as we grow
Spittin' game a neat flow
But I play games turn around pretty cheap hoes

CD's, the weed go
And I love the way she ride and collide her deep throat
Remember me in the C A D I L we ride
Down the ave and the high

You can walk or do you wanna
Get high, you and I,
Mic 1 2, and it's all for you

Bump the AC through the
Still ridin' the darker 10
If it don't make then it don't make sense
Well, hit the and let me do my limp

Bump the AC the vents
Still ridin' with the 10
If it don't make dollars then it make sense
Well, hit the beed' and let me do my
Mic now

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