Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

We come through whylin'
Y'all love it, who don't sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, a picture and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

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

Don't let 'em fool ya, bitches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters 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 hookers to work
He want to save the hoe, so he her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and

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' in your 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' in your Chucks
Beotch, in your Chucks

you ever seen 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 told this nigga to hold his
equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in of mine
'Cause the bitch is tryin' to put my dick on top of her

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

I don't give a fuck about your hood, my nigga
I'm just to make all bad good, my nigga
Got for the pimpin', Chucks 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 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 gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Yeah,

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

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

To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin' that axe
A million every 90 days, imagine 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 for my paper in my now or later
my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, 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 like full court tennis
We gon' handle what we 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 in position still 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, 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' movin' in your
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 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' movin' in your
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,