Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus
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 a head like a brick
And just because I sip Moet, say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so it on the loc'ness

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

six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck
And it's some talking 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 bunch of B-Dogs
Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay
And the Har'ron rest in peace

Big Jay from Cappinella
He used to blaze with his nephew 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 to this scrub
It ain't about Crip or
It's about you bein' jealous of I does

'Cos I does it the
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, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you pull 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 ain't go to fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

But I walk the mainline everytime I go
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 star on label
And them other niggaz crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete the heat that I drop
And I still ain't been paid, for on a cop
I yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
If you keep 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 you're of my paper stack
(Jealous ass nigga)
It all boils down to the fact 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, 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 to your level
Man you worser devils

Alotta niggas should've said it, 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, stop it, pop it, rewind and it for 'em
This nigga's a like 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, 'em, shut 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 these niggas trippin', is official business
Do the same way, leave no
is that unexpected 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 the whole world feel it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to it
Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga

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 jealous of my paper
(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 'em, bitches I got 'em
Money, I get it, I got it
Jealous ass