Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea knock right here
You fuck around not the right speakers in your system
Your 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 flip big caine

I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip
Which one pick one nigga I gotta six
Continental T's no tense 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 automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact I'm trill

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

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

When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that
Never trust ass New Yorkers
'Specially when you're 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' grain, sittin' on things

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

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

Bitches wanna push my world, flash box
One sixty push my wheel, 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
somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me

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

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

Tryin' to find out where dem at
So I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the
nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'

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

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the
Car slow driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, and
I got a fast stashbox make me spit at you man

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

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

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

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