Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, hap'nin?
Who we got in
Nigga, ain't the last album.
that. We got Richie 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 tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nice, Yukmouth let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well the one of the mill nigga
the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the
fill niggaz up wit
kill niggaz, Yuk bullshit
an I licks if I have to, no laughter
or chit-chat I juss clack my shit an then I blast ya
when it's the wig
wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
'cause ya either two
of yo ma'mas
got em on
doin a tootsie wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I pimp nights Gladis
better 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 in the motions like Pala
balla than shisty, mo betta blues Spike Lee
might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG Ice-T
ya

2 *(Richie Rich)*

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin the same
one fo the white dope, one fo the that's in the game
now I know bitches 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 zips off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an off
until told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now you wanna do?
it's 35-hundred for the laced triple gold, wit the vogues
that's what cost in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, scared nigga that you too much?
if you scared go to church, I it hurts
to out, she works for me
brought me Jeep
that's why I, my bitch business in the cut
that way I 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 ain't easy, believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it nuthin nice, Dru Down, let
me ya.

3 *(Dru Down

I'm steadily up on the green
will use the triple beam
shot calla use words
hustlas will use they shoulders, sit back an get served
now observe the of the pimp-mode
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really
doe is I love, so what's up?
who you tellin, that life always been tough
nigga I had it
an nigga it no bluff
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's
yeah
I straight into a hustla
crap on
skrilla fo reala from them
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the
to bubble
I turned into a balla, shot
two for
with in a year I'm on the spot
zippas in zipper, I'm to hit some fences, it's so wicked
bitch you jack rabbit call me
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz me
an be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th right
side, I'm watchin the juss for po-po's
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know I straight broke that
hoe.

4 *(Knumskull)*

Fa sho. G-A fo
pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the block
wit 4
niggaz on this, on the move in
taken, playa hatin, Caddy's
that my thang ruger
it's good to roll skrill that's the best
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 ever it takes to make a buck
never be stuck
I'm facin a life of already
the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game
blame no nigga fo my down
but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around
we all.

*(Chorus)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech gettin major scratch, it easy, bitch believe 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 believe me... ahhh-yaaa!!