Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in your

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

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

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

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

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' 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
Beotch, in your Chucks

Have you ever fluent flow?
Well, this is how you do it
Man, I don't a fuck
it, how I ride, slide in the bucket

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

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

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

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' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your 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 call the shot, gon' touch you
But you even half a fag, nigga, fuck you

Always talkin 'bout what a gon' do
But you a hoe, so don't believe you
Lightin' it up for the to see
The of Mr. X to the Z, damn

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

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

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

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

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

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' 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' 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' in your Chucks
Beotch, in your Chucks

Gators,