Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's your man DJ E-Z Dick
About to another one of those platinum plus hits
And the is on the streets, and the word 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 just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a
And just because I sip Moet, they say I'm hopeless
But I give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness

Now this is how we do it we checking the grip
Dogg 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 ass rhythm

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

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

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

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

'Cos I does it the
The of the coast in the paint playin' post
I back you down like
And on ya out the new Caddy

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

With the fags and snitches, no just bitches
And you was payin' niggaz off all my riches
You so hardco', why you go to level fo'?
Oh I
(Bitch!)

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

'Cos you the biggest star on your
And them other niggaz just crumbs off my
not able, to compete with the heat that I drop
And I still been paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I yo' shit and I will end yo' shit
If you keep talkin' shit on

It all boils 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)
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 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
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
Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to level
Man you worser devils

Alotta niggas should've it, fuck 'em
But I'ma say it for 'em, it, pop it, rewind and play it for 'em
nigga's a bitch like his wife
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, tell 'em, it up
'Cos I'll fuck every last one of 'em up, especially
See that's my lil homeboy, so he what's up
He keep it crippin', and slip his clip in

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

all to the good again
You can catch Dibby Double in the hood again
Spinning that real times, spitting that shit
To the whole world feel it
So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to 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 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 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
Jealous ass