Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

We come extra whylin'
Y'all love it, who don't like sex and
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

Bitches want dick, pimps want a
Motherfuckers know 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, bitches ain't innocent
They'll the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women
He don't want her, just a decoy
You use her, you know hoes love the d-boy

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

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 your

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

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

Trip, I told this nigga to his bitch
equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bomb, I think 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 to start trippin' niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic and beams

I don't really give a fuck your hood, my nigga
I'm just tryin' to make all bad good, my
Got gators for the pimpin', on the daily
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 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, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Yeah,

poppin' that shit like you want to
But you don't say a fuckin' thing I come through
I call the shot, gon' touch you
But you ain't even a fag, nigga, fuck you

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

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

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

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

In a hospital robe, back of your body
I in militant 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, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
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' 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' movin' in your

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

Gators,