Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum 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 20 Crip
I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a
And because I sip Moet, they 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 checking the
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 this funky ass

It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the
And it's some homies talking I disrespected they set
Aww nah, ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of

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

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

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

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

And skirt up, bust ya
I'm not Xzibit, you can't my hoe card
I fucked all your
you was doin' 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 check my G I do it L.B.C. style
I got the word on Simon
You need to just rhymin'

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

It all down to the fact 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)
It all boils down to the fact that you're of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact that 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, be brainless, and you'll be famous
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 say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This a bitch like his wife
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

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

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

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

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

It all down to the fact 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)
It all boils down to the fact that you're 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 keep 'em, I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga