Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

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

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

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

Six-four switches, slam doors on
Big trucks I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn automobiles to on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm

Bitches when I cruise up the boulevard
They have to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard
They know I come for dolo and 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, wanna hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I push Black Porsches, and Jaguarses

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

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 I holla at you, holla back
we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot

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

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

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

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 where dem at
So I holla at you, holla back
Everyday we be off the
Ain't nuttin' different, 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 lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start

Lay back, seat recline, they the hand
Car movin' slow by the invisible man
on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox make me spit at you man

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

You can me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
we be off the chains
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, lot pimpin'

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

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