Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, what's
Who we got in
Nigga, this the last 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 tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the mill
the Vill niggaz, spill niggaz guts to the fullest
niggaz up wit bullets
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 baby
got em on
doin a roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I pimp nights like
niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo wit an

so crack ends, me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
a see-saw
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm calla
who got all the lost in the motions like Pala
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 coke hoes, are sumpthin like the
one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the
now I know bitches that say "Richard, do ya wanna"
but like old them bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the was pissed off
I'm still zips off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an off
they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now you wanna do?
it's 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 that you too much?
if you scared go to church, I know it
to out, she works for me
brought me 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 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, Dru Down, let
me ya.

Verse 3 *(Dru

I'm steadily stackin up on the
ballas will use the beam
shot calla use words
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 mobile, really though
doe is what I love, so up?
nigga who you tellin, that life been tough
I had it rough
an nigga it no bluff
an potna I had my own sufferin, that's sumpthin
yeah
I turned into a hustla
crap on
fo reala from them suckas
I gave my half, me half, I'm out the door
ready to
I turned into a balla, calla
two for
in a year I'm back on the spot
zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so
bitch you jack rabbit me Bugsy
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz me
an I'll be the next time niggaz see me I'll be high
do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane
side, I'm the rearview juss for po-po's
I swerve to the curb, 3 an you know that 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
plenty taken, playa hatin,
ain't my thang 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 better my Stackola
smack, mack, the an crackola
homies be down rollin big stacks
you make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack
so wid it
why I shitted on raps fo luck
I'm like what ever it takes to a buck
could never be
I'm facin a life of 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 gets around
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 tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.

*(talking in the background)*

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

believe me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha