Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

[Hook: C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo'
All my got leather and wood, in my hood 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!) hood we it {*screwed*}

C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine outta candy
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, cause I'mma +Hot Boy+, hot flame
And my hoes pay me, like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya
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 chose me cause she want a winner
I mix a ho head up like a blender, ho need a daddy, you'se
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 and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme snort some girl up off ya titty
Ya me right, we play wit our nose
Wear platinum piece and wit' the clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I Marvin Blackman tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink coat to match the mink on the floor in my candy

[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 paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm grippin on, on
I said! paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues what I'm tippin on
Momo grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that train, swangin left to right then 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 can't tell by the
I sit on buck in that candy 6, and I keep thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like 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 like and Bun, do hoes 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 Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
I don't got no love for 'em but hard dick and bubble gum!

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