Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is the
We gon' go to a live remote, licking wit my man Mr Doggy Dogg

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick
And just I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless
But I don't a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness

Now is how we do it when we checking the grip
Snoop Dogg is in bitch, so don't even trip
I a funky composition that's smooth as a prism
So check it as I kick off in funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the is ringing off the deck
And it's some homies about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, Dogg this y'all
I got relatives up off of Crenshaw

This is me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got for a bunch of real B-Dogs
K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face
And the homie Har'ron rest in

Big Jay Cappinella Park
He used to blaze with his nephew after
On and on, rocking big bone
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

It's so real, I had to show love
Now to this scrub
It about Crip or Blood
It's about you jealous of what I does

'Cos I it the most
The king of the coast in the paint post
I back you down like
And bust on ya out the new

And skirt up, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you pull my hoe card
I all your groupies
When you was doin' in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no just bitches
And you was niggaz off with all my riches
You so hardco', why you go to level fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I the mainline everytime I go down
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the word on Simon
You need to just start

'Cos you the biggest star on label
And them niggaz just crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat I drop
And I ain't been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' and I will end yo' shit
If you talkin' shit on Crip

It all boils down to the that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em

If I you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And be spending money out the anus
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your
Man you than devils

Alotta should've said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This a bitch like his wife
Suge a bitch, and that's on my life

And I'ma let the world see
'Cos you up the industry, and that's on me
We can go up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I to wet it up

You and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, Kurupt
See my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up
He better it crippin', and slip his clip in

'Cos these niggas trippin', this is business
Do the same way, no witnesses
This is unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
Strip you butt naked, chicky, check, it

It's all to the again
You can catch Snoopy Dibby in the hood again
Spinning that real times, spitting real shit
To make the world feel it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to it
'Cos Doggystyle is the realest, nigga

It all boils down to the fact you're jealous of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)
It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Gon' get slapped)

Money, I get it, I got it
Heaters, I keep 'em, I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga