Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Anthem

'96, ah shit, Ice-T, representin', nigga, once again
That shit, nigga
I thought you knew,
Better

Players, check your grip you get popped
Bitches, get my money you get dropped
Gotcha, off the words I say
Because type of pimpin' happens every day

Niggas know my steelo
wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin'
the L.A. cash flow, master-roller

No one gets colder, I used to boulders
Of caine on my brain, outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and get got
In the game it ain't safe for the or the timid

Known to a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman you wanna
your eyes and the freak is out there freezin' on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the
Lookin' for a nigga that is quick to tools

Now she's herself, makin' herself
Respect my technique of pimpin', minus all
Check it bitches, it ain't nothin'
You're seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice

Players, check your grip you get popped
Bitches, get my money you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the I say
Because this of pimpin' happens every day

Oh, my God, the nigga hard
Every player me
The hustler of the
(Ice, that nigga nothin' nice)

I got more freaks Heff', my bankroll's off vice
Commandin' pimp tactics
of y'all can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a

Really though, recognize the pimp flow
I don't smoke endo, I count on my patio
So much on the streets, don't need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies the pimp type nod

I'm off the hook, traps in Vegas
link mink with the matchin' borsalino
I change cars like you drawers, bitch
I got a full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, 'cause they can't control roll
They see that fat old ass and givin' me cash

Players, check grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money you get dropped
Gotcha, off the words I say
Because type of pimpin' happens every day

My blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my
So damn smooth that every woman wanna me
So much that nuns wanna fuck me

I back with my pimpin' ballin' brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the
The got me, I'm a slave to the roll
belong on the track and I belong in gold

Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin'
in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin'
Mostly friendly, but do got gorilla in me
Save it for the hater, niggas with the envy

Lot of niggas it, but they can't hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too a looker
It's strictly straight lace on mine
I been pimpin' all my life and I mind dyin'

Players, check your grip you get popped
Bitches, get my money you get dropped
Gotcha, buggin' off the I say
Because this type of happens every day