Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

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

Verse one:

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 this 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 in the hook, then I pause for a minute
Cause I 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 some
Never to deny though, these look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I myself 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 learnin 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
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 cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that hoe
Watch where your lips go, my tip slow
To the tempo,
Real when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess ya young ass
Smokin on that grass
Never miss what you had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse tung twista

Well a motherfucker might be and shit
And collecting no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a of poker chips
To get them hoes with the lips and the provokin hips
And never tell her many lies
I been 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 some pretty
Pity on my strategy 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
Don't be bogus and deny
I done got a hoe and all my fellas on a
she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where ride at?
On the passenger side of hoe
Tryin ta come up on g
The broad all up under me ta smother me
Lookin love-ly while I roll another 'B'
She learned that I don't deal with
But when we in the room she rubbin me lotion
Comin like an ocean have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin love
The word that was said
Twisted be women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever whoever dead
They ain't trickin the feds or game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in the air a playa do
Then in a day or two
After i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit b-low and ak'll do
gray and blue
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 hoe to wanna freak your friends
I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...