Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, hap'nin?
Who we got in
Nigga, ain't the last album.
Fuck that. We got 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 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 nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the mill
the niggaz, that 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 clack my shit back an then I ya
it's the wig split
come wit big shit fo the
'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
hole
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 &
a see-saw
sometimes I feel like I'm broke, I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches lost in the motions Pala
balla than shisty, mo betta then 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 that say "Richard, do what ya wanna"
but old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, the zues was pissed off
I'm still zips off
feelin ripped off, an clipped off
until they 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 in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, nigga 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, keep my 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 out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let
me ya.

3 *(Dru Down

I'm stackin up on the green
ballas will use the beam
shot use they words
hustlas will use shoulders, playas sit back an get served
now observe the of the pimp-mode
I hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though
doe is I love, so what's up?
nigga who you tellin, that life always been
I had it rough
an it ain't no bluff
an I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin
yeah
I turned straight into a
on bustas
skrilla fo reala from suckas
I gave my half, me half, I'm out the door
to bubble
I turned a balla, shot calla
two for
with in a year I'm 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 wagon, to break my niggaz love me
an I'll be sure the next time see me I'll be high
do or die, up the 5, in the 5th lane right
side, I'm watchin the 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
bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block
wit 4
niggaz on this, on the in many
plenty taken, playa hatin,
that ain't my thang
it's good to roll skrill that's the best
my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit that,
an issued this
my buddies, who ever can my Operation Stackola
smack, mack, the an crackola
homies wanna be down big stacks
you wanna make an towards paper, then bitch get crack
so wid it
that's why I on raps fo luck
I'm like what it takes to make a buck
never be stuck
I'm a life of brokeness already
fuck the pain, it juss make sense fo me to 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 major 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 believe me... ahhh-yaaa!!