Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

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

one: belo

Seven oh p.m.
Fly low to hoes in the b-m
Sippin seagram, on a weed stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who this po pimp
Spring to the with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with
Three line
As the rest of wanted affection
bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I for a minute
Cause I where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten if the wanna snap
I up check the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse ak-47, belo

deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three per hour
Like we runnin up on some
to deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo
myself
A to the k finna recognize
Then I loose 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, 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 sportin nice cars and clothes
Fresh girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get in the backseat
have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that 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 collecting no from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of chips
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 look of innocence, sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty
cries on my strategy side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the head the bomb suck 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 done got a hoe and all my fellas on a
she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the side of your hoe
Tryin ta up on another g
The broad all up me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I deal with emotions
But when we in the she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean coastin a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin love
The word that was said
be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever leave whoever
ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them in the air like a playa do
belittle in a day or two
After words i'ma a crew
Now that's some pimp type that 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 your friends
Cause I p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...