Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

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

C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy
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 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, that's the I knock ya lady
How you pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me cause she want a winner
I mix a ho up like 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 finger 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 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 to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the floor in my candy

[Mike
Uh! I'm out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see butter guts &
paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
wood grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin left to right I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for who don't 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 handy bitch!
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 got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!
I said! 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 dick and bubble gum!

B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, them 4's and vogues they clankin out
When trunks pop, drop 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 call this a Cadi, maybe this more than a 'Lac
Some like the but I'mma roll the green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny sittin on the grill, wood grain to grip it's hard to miss us
We "G" so dismiss us, been here before gon' be here later
Down wit' that you 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 from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man
U.G.K. for is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you ya league
Tryna up wit' the trill, you just might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load, you can't the weight
Not like them boys up out Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...