Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in your

We come through whylin'
Y'all it, who don't like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a picture and a
want dough, tricks want sex

Bitches want dick, want a grip
wanna know when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you still kick it in the
Sellin' coke and fuckin' real good?

Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't
They'll change the game and make the gangsters pimpin' women
He don't her, she's just a decoy
You gotta use her, you know love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to
He to save the hoe, so he took her to church
slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin'
Work the credit cards, stealin', and shootin'

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Beotch, in your Chucks

Have you ever fluent flow?
Well, this is how you do it
Man, I give a fuck
it, how I ride, slide in the bucket

Trip, I told nigga to hold his bitch
Come but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in possession of
'Cause the bitch is tryin' to put my dick on top of her

I'm too G'd up to play with bustaz
Got to start trippin' niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
and semi-automatic ninas and beams

I don't really give a about your hood, my nigga
I'm tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga
Got for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin' off these busta niggaz, gotta pay me

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

Always poppin' that like you want to
But you don't say a fuckin' thing when I come
I the shot, somebody gon' touch you
But you ain't half a fag, nigga, fuck you

Always talkin what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe, so nobody don't you
it up for the world to see
The return of Mr. X to the Z,

To my niggaz in Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe
A million dollars 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy
Hit a nigga so hard his head gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, them haters
I keep it pimpin' for my paper in my now or
Made my mark for my spark, tear you apart
You better have you heart, comin' out here after dark

If you gon' start, you must finish, nigga, handle yo'
Because you spoke a menace, you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin' back and forth like full tennis
We gon' what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals

In a hospital robe, back of body exposed
I in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my in position still cookin' in the kitchen

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,