Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

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

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

six dub, the phone 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 love for a bunch of real
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Face
And the Har'ron rest in peace

Big Jay from 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 some love
Now back to scrub
It ain't about or Blood
about you bein' jealous of what I does

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

And skirt up, bust ya
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I all your groupies
When you was time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off 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 my G files I do it L.B.C. style
I got the word on Simon
You to just start rhymin'

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

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

If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be
And I'll be spending out the anus
Your only is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you worser than

Alotta niggas said it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch like his
Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life

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

You rappers and artists, 'em, shut it up
'Cos fuck every last one of 'em up, especially Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his in

these niggas trippin', this is official business
Do the same way, leave no
This is that diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected
you butt naked, chicky, check, check it

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

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