Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

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

Verse belo

Seven oh p.m.
Fly low to hoes in the b-m
Sippin seagram, on a weed stem
on my fo' fin
Move it to the so I can see who beepin this po pimp
to the phone with a slow limp
In a that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line
As the of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the 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 forgotten if the hoes 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
to deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the motherfuckin k finna
Then I myself juice myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't some 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
nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
Real simple you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get in the backseat
Let's have me in the cab betcha with ya young ass
Smokin on that grass
Never what you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Verse three: tung

a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker
To get hoes with the open lips and the provokin hips
And never gotta her many lies
I been lookin in the skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo anatomy be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon suck a nigga
Members of my click, wanna see what be like
I you wanna 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?
your ride at?
On the side of your hoe
ta come up on another g
The broad all up me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal emotions
But we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig
Me and do or die dig drinkin love
The word that was never
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until sick in the head
And if I ever whoever dead
They ain't the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
them legs in the air like a playa do
Then in a day or two
After words i'ma a crew
Now that's some type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and
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 your
I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...