Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

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

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

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 just a
You gotta use her, you know 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', cookin' and

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

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

Trip, I told this to hold his bitch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigga his bitch
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 with bustaz
Got somethin' to start 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 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, 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' 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 Chucks
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 even a fag, nigga, fuck you

talkin '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 every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked heavy gats
Hit a nigga so 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 for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, comin' out after dark

If you gon' start, you 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 court tennis
We gon' handle what we 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 position still cookin' in the

To all my pimps, in your gators
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, 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, 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' movin' in your

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

Gators,