Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in your

We through extra whylin'
Y'all love it, who like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks sex

Bitches want dick, pimps a grip
Motherfuckers wanna when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you kick it in the hood?
coke and fuckin' bitches real good?

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

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

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' movin' in 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' movin' in your
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always talkin 'bout what a 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 them Cadillacs, that battle axe
A million every 90 days, imagine that
My is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his

Dog, set it off, motherfuck them
I keep it pimpin' for my in my now or later
Made my for my spark, terror tear you apart
You have you some 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' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in

In a hospital robe, back of your exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple to your clothes
Because one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position cookin' in the kitchen

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

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

Gators,