Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a type of fella with a head like a brick
And because 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 this bitch, so even trip
I bust a composition that's smooth as a prism
So it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm

It's six dub, the phone is off the deck
And it's some homies about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, ain't 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, Boo-Lay
And the Har'ron rest in peace

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

It's so real, I had to show some
Now back to scrub
It ain't about Crip or
It's you bein' jealous of what I does

I does it the most
The king of the coast in the playin' post
I back you down Shaq-Daddy
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' time in Camp

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

But I walk the mainline I go down
You can check my G files I do it L.B.C.
I got the word on your
You to just start rhymin'

'Cos you the biggest on your label
And them other just crumbs off my table
not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for on a cop
I started yo' shit and I end yo' shit
If you keep shit on Crip

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 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)

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

niggas should've said it, fuck 'em
But say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
This nigga's a bitch like his
Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my

And I'ma let the whole see
'Cos you 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, 'em, shut it up
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, Kurupt
See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his in

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

It's all to the again
You can Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again
Spinning real times, spitting that real shit
To the whole world feel 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 you're jealous of my 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 fact that you're of my paper 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 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
ass nigga