Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

Pimp C]
Smokin out, pourin up, dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we 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 cocaine outta candy
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, cause I'mma 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 Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin these square out to dinner, the bitch chose me cause she want a winner
I mix a ho head up like a blender, ho a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young dealer, now I'mma young girl stealer
I hit the streets just like Steve Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty, 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 heard me right, we wit our nose
Wear platinum piece and wit' the clothes
my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the floor in my 'Lac

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

B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' 4's and vogues they clankin out
they 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 than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but I'mma roll the green, 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
wit' that you understand the G Code and if you don't then you'se hater
If so, I can't wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we screw it man
U.G.K. for life is the family, how we get down
them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you ya league
Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you might die of fatigue
You can't carry the load, you can't the weight
Not like them boys up out that Lone state so get it straight
We be...