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, chewin on a weed
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin po pimp
Spring to the phone with a slow
In a that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line
As the rest of them affection
Just bring the weed, we got the you need
And plus we strapped two protections
I put the in the hook, then I pause for a minute
I forgot where 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,

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live
miles per hour
Like we runnin up on some
Never to deny though, bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k recognize
I loose myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, 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 learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't this shit, pull 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 automatically
Cause a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy
Fresh girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip
To the tempo,
Real simple when you fuckin a pimp doe
Get involved in the
have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on finest grass
miss what you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse tung twista

a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of chips
To get them hoes the open lips and the provokin hips
And never gotta tell her many
I lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and pretty eyes
Pity on my strategy side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the the bomb c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be
I you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and that
I done got a hoe and all my on a train
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy
your ride 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 while I roll 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal emotions
But when we in the she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig love potion
The word that was never
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they in the head
And if I ever leave dead
They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and
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 pimp type shit b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and
If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but
Be learnin hoes biology, obviously, well...