Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you wanna
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
seagram, chewin on a weed stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin po pimp
Spring to the phone with a limp
In a trip shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three connection
As the rest of them affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
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 hoes snap
I straight up the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse ak-47, belo

Seven deuce five, the the point to spot the live hoes
Three per hour
we runnin up on some ri-vals
Never to deny though, these look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I loose myself myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these 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 think automatically
he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, up that paper hoe
Watch where your go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
Real simple when you with a pimp doe
Get in the backseat
Let's have me in the cab betcha with ya young ass
Smokin on finest grass
miss what you never 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 then collecting no dough from
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker
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 blessed with a look of innocence, sex
Peanut butter complex and pretty eyes
Pity cries on my side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the head the bomb suck a nigga dick
of my click, wanna see what that'd be like
I know you try that, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be and deny that
I done got a hoe and all my fellas on a
While she lie back, now can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the side of your hoe
ta come up on another g
The broad all up under me ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with
Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig
Me and do or die dig love potion
The that was never said
be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick 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 a playa do
belittle in a day or two
After words i'ma slay a
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 them
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...