Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

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

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

Don't let 'em fool ya, these ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters 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 save the hoe, so he took her to
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the 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 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' movin' in your
Beotch, in your Chucks

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

Trip, I this nigga to hold his bitch
Come equipped but trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in possession of
'Cause the bitch is to put my dick on top of her mind

I'm too G'd up to games with bustaz
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 a fuck about your hood, my nigga
I'm tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga
Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the
I trippin' off these busta niggaz, bitches gotta pay me

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' 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
Yeah,

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

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

To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin' that axe
A million dollars every 90 days, that
My habitat is black, with heavy gats
Hit a so hard that 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, terror tear you
You better you some heart, comin' out here after dark

If you start, you must finish, nigga, handle yo' business
Because you spoke like a menace, you got sent off to the
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 body exposed
I in militant mode, I staple holes to your clothes
it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still 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, 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 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' movin' in your

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

Gators,