Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you wanna
In the backseat, of a
Chop it up, do or die
Do you riiide?
In the backseat, of a
it up, with do or die

Verse belo

double oh p.m.
Fly low to them in the b-m
Sippin seagram, on a weed stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the so I can see who beepin this po pimp
Spring to the with a slow limp
In a trip that with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
line connection
As the rest of wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And plus we with two protections
I put the in the hook, then I pause for a minute
I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse two: ak-47,

Seven five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three per hour
Like we runnin up on some
Never to deny though, these bitches fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I loose myself myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll two pulls 'cause they thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't this some shit, up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, ah a-c, a-c hoes
They peep those, p-i, m-p, and think that automatically
Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one oh (chop chop)
up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, my tip slow
To the tempo,
Real simple when you with a pimp doe
Get in the backseat
have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that finest
Never miss you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse three: tung

Well a might be broke and shit
And collecting no dough from tips
But I be mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get hoes with the open lips and the provokin hips
And gotta tell her many lies
I been lookin in the skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed with a of innocence, good sex
butter complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the head the c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be
I know you wanna try that, to the of a high hat
Don't be and deny that
I done got a hoe and all my on a train
she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the side of your hoe
ta come up on another g
The all up under me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal with
But when we in the she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin potion
The word that was said
Twisted be givin dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever leave whoever
They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but chicken and bread
Kickin them in the air like a playa do
Then in a day or two
words i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that and ak'll do
gray and blue
If a hoe holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your
I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...