Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tryin' to out where dem dollars 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 Five navy sittin' on eighty
That's dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot wheel matchbox

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

Lookin' the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, cracked column
Pushin' somethin' stolen, blastin', me rollin'
Baghdad picture me rollin'

Now the truth different Mac come coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the coupe to 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, sittin' on

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

Yo aiyyo I dip, dive what can I
I can't fit 'em all the escalade
So I up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, notice the hand
Car movin' slow by the invisible man
on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox make me spit at you man

In the parkin' lot, I spark a lot
I to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the
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 find out 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
Hollerin' at bitches, lot pimpin'
we be off the chains
Workin' grain, sittin' on things

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