Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea standin' knock right
You fuck around not have the right speakers in system
Your shit be like this

Big things, thick chains, ain't changed
Get brain in the four dot six
mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you
Switch slames bitch flip big

I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip
Which one pick one nigga I gotta six
Continental T's no tense like I got a thick
Big cigar, old money, I drop it is so funny

switches, slam doors on sixes
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and time to get ass
I automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact I'm trill

love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard
They know I come for dolo and off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day to pull menage

Just Mac is God the hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights I'm the king of New York I'm lawless
Bitches, they wanna hang plaques in the office
'Cause I push Black Porsches, and Jaguarses

the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy ass New
'Specially when sittin' on twenties they get nauseous
Standin' in the azure with air forces

You can catch me in the lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
Everyday we be off the
with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem at
So I holla at you, holla back
we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, lot pimpin'

You can mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
S navy cedes sittin' on eighty
four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot like matchbox

Bitches wanna my world, they flash box
One push my wheel, mash cops
One sixty took my wheel to cash
Run you big will, match cop

through the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, steering column
Pushin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me

Now the truth different Mac through coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof
Mac stay in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens,

You can me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
Everyday we be off the
Workin' grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out where dem at
So when I holla at you, back
Everyday we be off the
Ain't nuttin' different, lot pimpin'

Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I
I fit 'em all inside the escalade
So I called up murder to further my lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the
Car movin' slow driven by the man
on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me at you man

In the lot, where I spark a lot
I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few
Bleek, up the beats, turn up the heat
Then we up the streets, bitch

You can catch me in the lot
at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the
Workin' grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to find out dem dollars at
So when I at you, holla back
we be off the chains
Ain't different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can catch me in the lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
Everyday we be off the
Workin' grain, sittin' on things

to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, back
Everyday we be off the
Ain't different, parkin' lot pimpin'