Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, what's
Who we got in
Nigga, ain't this the album.
that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,
Knumskull, we to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.

*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*

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

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the nigga
the Vill niggaz, that niggaz guts to the fullest
fill up wit bullets
kill niggaz, Yuk bullshit
an I pull licks if I have to, no
or chit-chat I juss my shit back an then I blast ya
it's the wig split
come wit big fo the 9-Feva-roo
'cause ya either two
of yo ma'mas
got em on
a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I nights 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 I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like
balla than shisty, mo blues then Spike Lee
might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like
ya

2 *(Richie Rich)*

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin the same
one fo the dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game
now I know that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
but like old Vogues them bitches cry I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the was pissed off
I'm still gettin off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an off
until they me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now you wanna do?
it's 35-hundred for the straight laced gold, wit the vogues
that's what cost in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, scared that you feared too much?
if you go to church, I know it hurts
to find out, she for me
brought me Jeep
that's why I, my bitch 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
ballas will use the beam
shot calla use words
hustlas will use they shoulders, sit back an get served
now observe the definition of the
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, though
doe is what I love, so up?
nigga who you tellin, that life always tough
nigga I had it
an nigga it ain't no
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, sumpthin
yeah
I turned straight into a
crap on
skrilla fo reala them suckas
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the
ready to
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 some fences, it's so
bitch you jack rabbit call me
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to my niggaz love me
an be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane
side, I'm watchin the rearview for po-po's
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight 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 my thang ruger
good to roll skrill that's the best thang
my check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,
an issued game
my buddies, who ever can better my Operation
smack, mack, the greenery an
homies be down rollin big stacks
you wanna make an towards paper, then bitch get crack
so wid it
that's why I shitted on fo luck
I'm like what ever it to make a buck
could never be
I'm a life of brokeness already
fuck the pain, it juss sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game
blame no nigga fo my down
but pimpin is the final frontier, I around y'all
we all.

*(Chorus)*

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

*(talking in the background)*

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

Bitch me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha