Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

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

A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20
I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a like a brick
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 checking the
Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip
I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a
So check it as I kick off in this ass rhythm

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

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 bone
Mausberg, I had to put you on my

It's so real, I had to show love
Now back to scrub
It about Crip or Blood
It's you bein' jealous of what I does

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

And skirt up, ya boulevard
I'm not Xzibit, you can't pull my hoe
I fucked all groupies
When you was doin' in Camp Snoopy

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

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

'Cos you the biggest star on label
And them niggaz 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 will end yo'
If you talkin' shit on Crip

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

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 you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous
And I'll be money out the anus
Your only 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 like his
Suge Knight's a bitch, and on my life

And let the whole 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 other thing, I 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 what's up
He better keep it crippin', and slip his in

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

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

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