Luyện nghe bài hát Pimps, Playas & Hustlas

*(Yukmouth & talking)*

Nigga, hap'nin?
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 nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
ya.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Well it's the one of the mill
the Vill niggaz, that spill guts to the fullest
fill up wit bullets
kill niggaz, Yuk bullshit
an I licks if I have to, no laughter
or I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
when 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 hammer up her hole, an a 40 up her
bootsy
fo sho, I pimp nights Gladis
niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo wit an

so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin wit mo ups & downs
a see-saw
sometimes I like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
who got all the bitches in the motions like 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 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 them bitches cry when I hit the corner
my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was 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?
it's 35-hundred for the straight laced gold, wit the vogues
that's what they in the store, yeah
an you can reach, but you can not
ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too
if you go to church, I know it hurts
to find out, she for me
brought me Jeep
that's why I, my bitch 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 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 steadily up on the green
ballas will use the 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 I love, so what's up?
nigga who you tellin, that life always tough
nigga I had it
an nigga it no bluff
an potna I had my own mama sufferin, sumpthin
okay
I turned into a hustla
crap on
skrilla fo reala them suckas
I my mama half, me half, I'm out the door
ready to
I into a balla, shot calla
two for
with in a year I'm back on the
zippas in zipper, I'm to hit some fences, it's so wicked
bitch you rabbit call me Bugsy
four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz 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 watchin the juss for po-po's
I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you that I straight broke that
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 move in
plenty taken, playa hatin,
that ain't my thang
it's good to roll that's the best thang
my S-S-I check came, you be a big mack to do some shit like that,
an issued game
my buddies, who ever can better my Stackola
smack, mack, the an crackola
wanna be down rollin big stacks
you wanna make an effort towards paper, bitch get crack
so wid it
that's why I shitted on raps fo
I'm like what ever it takes to make a
never be stuck
I'm facin a life of already
fuck the pain, it juss make fo me to stay on my hustle and game
blame no fo my down fall
but is the final frontier, I gets around y'all
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 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 believe me... ahhh-yaaa!!