Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

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

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

Don't let 'em fool ya, these ain't innocent
change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' 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 save the hoe, so he her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the cards, stealin', cookin' and shootin'

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 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
Beotch, in your 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 this nigga to hold his bitch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigga his bitch
The bitch bomb, I 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 trippin' lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and

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

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' movin' in your
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Yeah,

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

Always 'bout what a nigga gon' do
But you a hoe, so don't 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 dollars every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with gats
Hit a nigga so hard that his head gon' touch his

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

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

In a hospital robe, back of body exposed
I stay in mode, I staple holes to your clothes
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 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 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' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,