Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you riiide?
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 stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin po pimp
Spring to the with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with
Three line
As the rest of wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And plus we with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I for a minute
Cause I forgot I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten if the wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, doe
To the

Verse ak-47, belo

Seven deuce five, the the point to spot the live hoes
miles per hour
Like we up on some ri-vals
Never to deny though, bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I 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, with ah a-c, a-c
They peep those, p-i, m-p, and they that automatically
he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip
To the tempo,
simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the
Let's me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on finest grass
Never miss what you had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these 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 mouthful of poker
To get them hoes the open lips and the provokin hips
And never gotta tell her many
I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's
Cause I'm blessed with a of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo gotta be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the the bomb c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, see what that'd be like
I know you wanna try that, to the of a high hat
be bogus and deny that
I done got a hoe and all my fellas on a
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy
Where your at?
On the passenger side of hoe
Tryin ta come up on g
The all up under me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal with
But we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean 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 in the head
And if I ever whoever dead
ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in the air like a do
belittle in a day or two
After words slay a crew
Now that's some pimp shit that b-low and ak'll do
gray and blue
If a hoe wanna holler then you a if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak friends
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but
Be learnin hoes biology, obviously, well...