Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

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

switches, slam 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 room it's the fact that I'm trill

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

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

When the off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious
trust 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
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
Everyday we be off the
with grain, sittin' on things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the lot, where I spark a lot
I come to my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
Bleek, up the beats, turn 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' grain, sittin' on things

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

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

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