Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your
Your shit be soundin' like

Big things, thick chains, shit changed
Get brain in the dot six range
mayn, switch slanes every town I hit you
Switch bitch flip big caine

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

Six-four switches, slam doors on
Big trucks I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn automobiles to on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm

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

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

When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that
trust grimy ass New Yorkers
'Specially you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous
in the azure with white air forces

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

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

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

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

Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was
New driver, screwdriver, cracked steering
somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me

Now the truth different Mac come coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my roof missin'
Mac stuck in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from chickens, listen

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

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

Yo aiyyo I dip, what can I say?
I can't fit 'em all the escalade
So I called up to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start

Lay back, seat recline, notice the hand
Car movin' slow by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, and
I got a fast don't make me spit at you man

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

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

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

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

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