Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

We through extra whylin'
love it, who don't like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

Bitches want dick, want a grip
Motherfuckers wanna know when you gon'
Man, you rich, you still kick it in the
Sellin' coke and fuckin' 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 love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them to work
He want to save the hoe, so he her to church
slangin', lootin', hookin', recruitin'
Work the credit cards, stealin', and shootin'

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' in your Chucks

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

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

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

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

I really give a fuck about your hood, my nigga
I'm just tryin' to make all bad good, my
Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the
I ain't off these 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 gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in 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 Chucks
Yeah,

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

Always '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, swingin' battle axe
A million dollars 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy
Hit a nigga so hard that his gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, them haters
I keep it 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 here after

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

In a robe, back of your body 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 cookin' in the

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

Gators,