Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp Slapp'd

W-Balls, it's main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the is the streets
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 a brick
And just because I sip Moet, they say I'm hopeless
But I don't a fuck, so blame 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 a funky 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 ringing off the
And it's some talking about I disrespected they set
Aww nah, ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of

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, Face
And the homie Har'ron rest in

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

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

'Cos I does it the
The king of the coast in the paint 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 pull my hoe
I fucked all your
When you was time in Camp Snoopy

With the fags and snitches, no just 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 walk the everytime I go down
You can my G files I do it L.B.C. style
I got the word on your
You need to start rhymin'

'Cos you the biggest star on your
And them other niggaz crumbs off my table
You're not able, to compete with the heat I drop
And I still ain't paid, for 1-8-7 on a cop
I started yo' and I will 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 jealous of my paper
(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
Heaters, I 'em, bitches I got 'em

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

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

And let the whole world 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 and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cos I'll fuck 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

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

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

It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my 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 jealous of my 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