Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

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

Six-four switches, doors on sixes
Big trucks when I fuck and it's 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 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

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

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

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

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

You can catch mac in the lot, pimpin' crazy
S Five navy sittin' on eighty
four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, hot wheel like matchbox

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

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

Now the truth different Mac come through coupe 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' 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, parkin' lot

Yo aiyyo I dip, what 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 dippin'

Lay back, recline, they notice the hand
Car movin' slow driven by the man
on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me at you man

In the parkin' lot, where I a lot
I come to my new feet, slide 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'
Everyday we be off the
Workin' with grain, on things

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

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