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 with a slow limp
In a trip that with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
line connection
As the rest of wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And plus we strapped 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 if the hoes wanna snap
I up check the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse two: ak-47,

Seven deuce five, the ride the to spot the live hoes
Three miles per
we runnin up on some ri-vals
Never to though, these bitches look fly 'lo
myself
A to the k finna recognize
I loose myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't some shit, pull up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, ah a-c, a-c hoes
They peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that
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 one five oh (chop chop)
up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip
To the tempo,
Real when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get in the backseat
Let's me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse tung twista

a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And collecting no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the open lips and the provokin
And never gotta tell her many
I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the thighs
Cause I'm blessed a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo gotta be
Right, be to flatter me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon suck a nigga
Members of my click, wanna see that'd be like
I know you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a 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?
your ride at?
On the passenger side of hoe
Tryin ta come up on g
The broad all up under me tryin ta me
Lookin love-ly while I another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me lotion
Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig
Me and do or die dig love potion
The that was never said
Twisted be givin dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever leave dead
They ain't trickin the or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in the air like a do
Then in a day or two
After i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and
If a hoe wanna 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 your friends
Cause I p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be these hoes biology, obviously, well...