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 is the streets
We gon' go to a remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg

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

Now this is how we do it when we the grip
Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even
I bust a funky that's smooth as a prism
So check it as I off in this 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 ain't y'all
I got relatives up off of Crenshaw

This is about me and Simon, not me and
I got love for a of real B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay
And the homie rest in peace

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

It's so real, I had to some love
Now back to this
It ain't about or Blood
It's about you bein' jealous of what I

I does it the most
The king of the in the paint playin' post
I you down like Shaq-Daddy
And bust on ya out the new

And up, bust ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I fucked all your
When you was doin' in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no killers bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off with all my
You so hardco', why you ain't go to fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I walk the everytime I go down
You can check my G I do it L.B.C. style
I got the on your Simon
You need to just rhymin'

'Cos you the biggest on your label
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my
You're not able, to compete with the heat I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for on a cop
I started yo' shit and I will end yo'
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 paper
(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 that you're jealous of my paper 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 shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be
And be spending money out the anus
only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level
Man you than devils

niggas should've 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 his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

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

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

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

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

It all boils down to the fact that 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 paper
(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
Jealous ass