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 bout to do 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, believe me.
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, callas, all of us.
T for tech out to get the scratch, it nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the nigga
the Vill niggaz, spill niggaz guts to the fullest
fill up wit bullets
niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit
an I pull licks if I to, no laughter
or chit-chat I juss 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 roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I pimp like 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 like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions 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 hoes, are sumpthin like the same
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 Vogues bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, the zues was pissed off
I'm still gettin off
niggaz feelin ripped off, an off
they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru
now you wanna do?
35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues
that's they cost in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, nigga that you feared too much?
if you scared go to church, I know it
to find out, she for me
brought me Jeep
that's why I, my bitch business in the cut
that way I gets yo skrilla, I get to fuck,
we.

*(Chorus)*

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 nice, Dru Down, let
me ya.

Verse 3 *(Dru

I'm stackin up on the green
ballas use the triple beam
calla use they words
hustlas will use shoulders, playas sit back an get served
now observe the of the pimp-mode
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 been tough
nigga I had it
an nigga it no bluff
an I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
yeah
I straight into a hustla
on bustas
skrilla fo reala them suckas
I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the
ready to
I turned a balla, shot calla
two for
with in a year I'm on the spot
zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, so wicked
bitch you jack rabbit call me
up in the Paddy wagon, to break 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 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, 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 some like that,
an issued this
my buddies, who can better my Operation Stackola
smack, mack, the an crackola
wanna be down rollin big stacks
you wanna make an effort 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 brokeness
fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and
no nigga fo my down fall
but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets 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 easy, bitch believe me.

*(talking in the background)*

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

Bitch me... ahhh-yaaa!! Ahaha