Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you riiide?
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 one:

Seven oh p.m.
Fly low to them 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 this po
Spring to the phone with a slow
In a trip that shitted 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line
As the rest of them wanted
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And we strapped with two protections
I put the in the hook, then I pause for a minute
Cause I forgot I met the hoe
And the I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I up check the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse two: ak-47,

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

Mmm, this some shit, pull up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c
peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automatically
Cause a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up paper hoe
Watch where your go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
Real simple you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the
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: twista

Well a motherfucker be broke and shit
And then collecting no from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker
To get them hoes with the open and the provokin hips
And never gotta tell her lies
I been lookin in the skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed with a of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo anatomy be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon suck a 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
While she lie back, now can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the passenger of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on 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
like an ocean 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, until they sick in the
And if I leave whoever dead
They ain't trickin the 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 type shit that and ak'll do
Wearing gray and
If a hoe wanna holler you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be these hoes biology, obviously, well...