Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

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

Verse belo

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 phone a slow limp
In a trip that shitted 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
line connection
As the of them wanted affection
bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a
Cause I where I met the hoe
And the feeling forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse two: ak-47,

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to the live hoes
miles per hour
Like we runnin up on some
Never to deny though, these bitches fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I loose myself juice
As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't this some shit, 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 that
Cause he's a pimp, he be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
jewels girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that hoe, chop up that paper hoe
where your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya ass
Smokin on finest grass
Never what you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Verse three: twista

Well a motherfucker might be and shit
And then no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a of poker chips
To get them hoes with the open and the provokin hips
And gotta 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 some eyes
Pity cries on my side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the head the c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be
I know you try that, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and that
I done got a hoe and all my on a train
While she lie back, now can you buy that?
Where ride 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 while I another 'B' suddenly
She learned I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she me with lotion
Comin an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig love potion
The that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until sick in the head
And if I ever leave whoever
They trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin legs in the air like a playa do
belittle in a day or two
After i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit b-low and ak'll do
gray 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 hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...