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
it up, with do or die

Verse one:

double oh p.m.
Fly low to hoes 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 this po
Spring to the phone with a limp
In a trip that shitted with
Three connection
As the rest of them affection
Just the weed, we got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped with two
I put the phone in the hook, 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 point to the live hoes
Three per hour
Like we up on some ri-vals
Never to though, these bitches look fly 'lo
myself
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I loose juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two '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 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 cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels flexin 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 fuckin with a doe
Get involved in the
Let's me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that grass
Never miss what you never had, at
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Verse three: tung

Well a motherfucker be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from
But I be mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the open and the provokin hips
And never gotta her many lies
I lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo gotta be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon suck a dick
Members of my click, see what that'd be like
I know you try that, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and that
I got a hoe and all my fellas on a train
While she lie back, now can you buy that?
Where ride at?
On the side of your hoe
Tryin ta up on another g
The broad all up under me ta smother me
love-ly while I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with
Comin like an coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin love
The word that was never
Twisted be givin women in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I leave 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
words i'ma slay a crew
Now some pimp type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing and blue
If a hoe holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your
I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...