Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea standin' knock here
You fuck not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' this

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

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

Six-four switches, doors on sixes
Big when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the that I'm trill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo aiyyo I dip, dive 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, recline, they notice the hand
Car slow driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me at you man

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

You can catch me in the 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, lot pimpin'

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

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