Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

Big things, thick chains, ain't shit
Get in the four 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, 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 it's just the fact that I'm trill

Bitches love I cruise up the boulevard
They 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 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 hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses

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

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

Tryin' to out where dem dollars at
So when I at you, holla back
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 not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot wheel matchbox

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay back, seat recline, they the hand
Car movin' slow driven by the man
on the dash, digital 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, off with a few freaks
Bleek, turn up the beats, up the heat
Then we up the streets, bitch

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

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

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

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