Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, what's
Who we got in
Nigga, ain't this the 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 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 nuthin nice, let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the nigga
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 back an then I blast ya
it's the wig split
come wit big fo the 9-Feva-roo
ya fuckin either two
of yo baby
got em on
doin a tootsie roll wit a up her coochie 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 fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
then a
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions like
than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like
ya

2 *(Richie Rich)*

Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are like the same
one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the
now I know that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
but old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was off
I'm still zips off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an 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
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 easy, bitch believe 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.

3 *(Dru Down

I'm steadily stackin up on the
ballas will use the beam
calla use they words
hustlas will use they shoulders, sit back an get served
now observe the definition of the
I hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
doe is what I love, so up?
nigga who you tellin, that always been tough
nigga I had it
an nigga it no bluff
an I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
okay
I turned straight into a
crap on
fo reala from them suckas
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the
to bubble
I turned into a balla, calla
two for
with in a I'm back on the spot
in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked
bitch you jack call me Bugsy
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my love me
an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me 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, about 3 an you know that I straight broke
hoe.

4 *(Knumskull)*

Fa sho. G-A fo
pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole
wit 4
on this, on the move in many
plenty taken, playa hatin,
that ain't my thang
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 game
my buddies, who ever can better my Operation
smack, mack, the an crackola
homies wanna be rollin big stacks
you wanna make an effort towards paper, then get crack
so wid it
that's why I shitted on fo luck
I'm like what it takes to make a buck
never be stuck
I'm facin a of brokeness already
fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my and game
no nigga fo my down fall
but pimpin is the frontier, I gets around y'all
we all.

*(Chorus)*

Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech gettin 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 ain't easy, believe me.

*(talking in the background)*

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

Bitch me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha