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
Chop it up, do or die

Verse belo

double oh p.m.
Fly low to hoes in the b-m
seagram, chewin on a weed stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin po pimp
to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with
Three connection
As the rest of wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And plus we strapped with two
I put the phone in the hook, then I for a minute
I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, doe
To the

Verse two: ak-47,

Seven deuce five, the ride the to spot the live hoes
Three miles per
Like we runnin up on ri-vals
Never to deny though, bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k recognize
Then I loose juice myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they thinkin samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these hoes 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 they think that
he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud one five 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 fuckin a pimp doe
Get involved in the
Let's have me in the cab mess with ya young ass
on that finest grass
Never miss what you had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse three: tung

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