Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

Pimp 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, lean 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 candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta trunk of bang, I'mma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just 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 me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp dick up in her? I told the pimp God that you was a sinner
You takin square hoes 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 like just like Jackson, nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my and finger fucked the game
The fell off cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga need to move up out the city
The game but the bitch pretty, lemme snort some white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we wit our nose
Wear platinum piece and wit' the clothes
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin 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 thang, 8 carats in my pinky rang
Drop the top in the parking lot so y'all can see butter guts &
Candy paint what I'm flippin on, and vogues what I'm tippin on
wood grain I'm grippin on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and vogues 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 I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for those who don't know my name, know my
They call me Mike Jones and I up quick, Ice Age the name you can't 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 hoes bad and 'em on the run
Cause I don't got no love for 'em but 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!
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 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, drop the top, be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' neon lights, candy paint, belts and buckles across the back
disrespect or call this a Cadi, maybe this more 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 hard 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 roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact we screw it man {*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, how we get down
Bring trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you outta ya
Tryna keep up wit' the trill, you just might die of
You can't the load, you can't handle the weight
Not like them boys up out Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...