Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

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

Verse one:

Seven oh p.m.
Fly low to hoes in the b-m
Sippin seagram, chewin on a weed
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who this po pimp
to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
line connection
As the rest of them affection
Just bring the weed, we got the you need
And plus we strapped with two
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a
Cause I 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 deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live
miles per hour
Like we runnin up on ri-vals
Never to though, these bitches look fly 'lo
myself
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I loose myself myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

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

Verse three: twista

Well a might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from
But I be mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them with the open lips and the provokin hips
And never tell her many lies
I been lookin in the skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty
Pity on my strategy side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be
I know you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a hat
Don't be bogus and deny
I got a hoe and all my fellas on a train
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy
your ride at?
On the passenger side of hoe
Tryin ta up on another g
The broad all up under me ta smother me
Lookin love-ly while I roll another 'B'
She that I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she me with lotion
like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin potion
The word that was said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the
And if I ever leave dead
They ain't the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in the air a playa do
Then in a day or two
words i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and
If a hoe wanna then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but
Be learnin hoes biology, obviously, well...