Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

C]
somethin, bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin
Young Pimp.. know we doin? (Texas!)

[Hook: C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo'
All my cars got and wood, in my hood we call it buck x3
I'm out, pourin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood, in my (uh!) hood we call it

C]
Grippin grain, lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, trunk of bang, cause I'mma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the God that you was a sinner
You takin these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me cause she a winner
I mix a ho head up a blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'mma girl stealer
I hit the streets just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and fucked the game
The nigga off cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snort some white up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we play wit our
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci
Paid my dues, I ain't to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, coat to match the mink on the floor in my candy 'Lac

[Mike
Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky
Drop the top in the lot so y'all can see butter guts & swangs
paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm grippin on, on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm on
Momo grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, left to right then I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for those who don't know my name, my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep that real handy bitch!
I it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em but dick and bubble gum!
I said! I keep it trill Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em but hard and bubble gum!

B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they trunks pop, the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac
Some the white but I'mma roll the green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us, been before gon' be here later
Down wit' you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater
If so, I can't roll wit'cha, it how I do it man
I'm Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man {*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get
them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you to sit down, you outta ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just die of fatigue
You carry the load, you can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone Star so get it straight
We be...