Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

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

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

Don't let 'em ya, these bitches ain't innocent
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start 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 them to work
He want to the hoe, so he took her to church
slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin'
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and

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

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
Beotch, in your Chucks

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

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

I'm too G'd up to play 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 give a fuck about hood, my nigga
I'm just tryin' to all bad good, my nigga
Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the
I ain't trippin' off 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 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
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

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

Always talkin 'bout what a 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, swingin' battle axe
A million dollars every 90 days, imagine
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy
Hit a nigga so hard that his head 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 better have you some heart, comin' out here after

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

In a hospital robe, back of your body
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to your
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' 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 gators
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' 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 your
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, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,