Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

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

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

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

B]
When I pull the out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they trunks pop, the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but I'mma the green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to us
We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here before be here later
Down that 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
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you ya league
Tryna keep up the trill, you just might die of fatigue
You carry the load, you can't handle the weight
Not like boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...