Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

I givin' 'em when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one pick one 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, slam on sixes
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's to get ass
I turn to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm

Bitches love I cruise 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 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, wanna hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I push Black Porsches, Benzes and

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

You can me in the parkin' 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 holla at you, holla
we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, lot pimpin'

You can mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
S Five navy cedes sittin' on
That's dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot wheel matchbox

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

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

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

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

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

Yo aiyyo I dip, what can I say?
I fit 'em all inside the escalade
So I called up murder to my parkin' lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they the hand
Car slow driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, and
I got a fast stashbox don't me spit at you man

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

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

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

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

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