Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip
Which one one nigga I gotta six stashed
T's no tense like I got a thick stab
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 turn automobiles to on wheels
I got money for a room it's the fact that I'm trill

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

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
I push Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay back, seat recline, they the hand
Car slow driven by the invisible 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 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 holla at you, back
Everyday we be off the
Ain't different, parkin' lot pimpin'

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

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