Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, hap'nin?
Who we got in
Nigga, ain't the last album.
Fuck that. We got Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
Knumskull, we bout to do this man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.

*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well the one of the mill nigga
the Vill niggaz, that spill guts to the fullest
fill niggaz up wit
kill niggaz, Yuk bullshit
an I pull licks if I have to, no
or I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
when it's the wig
wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
'cause ya fuckin two
of yo ma'mas
got em on
doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I pimp like Gladis
niggaz knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an

so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups &
then a
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like
than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
might be off the 40 I'm OG like Ice-T
ya

2 *(Richie Rich)*

Smoke hoes, an hoes, are sumpthin like the same
one fo the white dope, one fo the that's in the game
now I bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the was pissed off
I'm still gettin off
niggaz ripped off, an clipped off
they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now what you do?
35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
that's what they cost in the store,
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, scared nigga you feared too much?
if you scared go to church, I know it
to out, she works for me
me that Jeep
that's why I, keep my business in the cut
way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck,
we.

*(Chorus)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nice, Dru Down, let
me ya.

Verse 3 *(Dru

I'm stackin up on the green
will use the triple beam
shot calla use they
will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served
now the definition of the pimp-mode
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, though
doe is I love, so what's up?
nigga who you tellin, that always been tough
nigga I had it
an it ain't no bluff
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's
yeah
I turned straight a hustla
crap on
skrilla fo reala from suckas
I gave my half, me half, I'm out the door
to bubble
I turned into a balla, calla
two for
with in a year I'm back on the
zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit fences, it's so wicked
bitch you jack call me Bugsy
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz me
an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me be high
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th right
side, I'm watchin the rearview for po-po's
I to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that
hoe.

4 *(Knumskull)*

Fa sho. G-A fo
pimp bitches fo sex, as well go all out an pimp the whole block
wit 4
niggaz on this, on the move in
plenty taken, hatin, Caddy's
that ain't my ruger
it's good to skrill that's the best thang
my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do shit like that,
an issued this
my buddies, who ever can my Operation Stackola
smack, mack, the greenery an
homies wanna be rollin big stacks
you wanna make an towards paper, then bitch get crack
so wid it
why I shitted on raps fo luck
I'm like what ever it to make a buck
could be stuck
I'm facin a life of already
fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to on my hustle and game
blame no fo my down fall
but is the final frontier, I gets around y'all
we all.

*(Chorus)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it easy, bitch believe me.

*(talking in the background)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.

Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa!!