Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

We come through extra
Y'all love it, who like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends want dough, want sex

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

Don't let 'em ya, these bitches ain't innocent
change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women
He don't want her, she's just a
You use her, you know hoes love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to
He want to the hoe, so he took her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and

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, 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 your

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

Trip, I told this nigga to his bitch
equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bomb, I think he in possession of mine
'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 niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and

I don't really give a about your hood, my nigga
I'm just tryin' to all bad good, my nigga
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, 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' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

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

Always talkin 'bout what a 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, that battle axe
A million dollars every 90 days, that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy
Hit a nigga so that his head gon' touch his back

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

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

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 in position still cookin' in the kitchen

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

Gators,