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 phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks sex

Bitches want dick, want a grip
wanna know when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you kick 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 want her, she's just a decoy
You gotta use her, you hoes love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put hookers to work
He want to save the hoe, so he took her to
slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin'
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, 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 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 don't a fuck
Fuck it, how I ride, slide in the

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

I'm too G'd up to play with bustaz
Got somethin' to trippin' niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and

I don't really give a fuck about hood, my nigga
I'm just tryin' to make all bad good, my
Got for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin' off these busta niggaz, gotta pay me

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

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

Always talkin 'bout a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe, so nobody don't 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 dollars every 90 days, imagine
My habitat is black, with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard his head gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, motherfuck haters
I keep it for my paper in my now or later
my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You have you some heart, comin' out here after dark

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

In a hospital robe, back of your exposed
I stay in mode, I staple holes to your clothes
Because one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still in the kitchen

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

Gators,