Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

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

want dick, pimps want a grip
Motherfuckers know when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you still it in the hood?
Sellin' and fuckin' bitches real good?

Don't let 'em ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin'
He don't want her, she's a decoy
You gotta use her, you know hoes love the

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

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

Have you ever fluent flow?
Well, is how you do it though
Man, I don't give a
Fuck it, how I ride, in the bucket

Trip, I this 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 is tryin' to put my dick on top of her mind

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

I don't really give a fuck about hood, my nigga
I'm just 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, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
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
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Yeah,

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

Always 'bout what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe, so nobody believe 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 dollars 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with gats
Hit a so hard that his head gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, motherfuck haters
I it pimpin' for my paper in my now or later
Made my mark for my spark, terror you apart
You better have you some heart, comin' out here after

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

In a hospital robe, back of your body
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your
Because it's one for the hustle, two for
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' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
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, in your gators
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, 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
Beotch, in your Chucks

Gators,