Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

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

[Hook: C]
Smokin out, pourin up, puttin up in yo' slut
All my cars got 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 call it

C]
Grippin grain, switchin lanes, sellin cocaine candy thang
Jammin Lil' Wayne, gotta of bang, cause I'mma +Hot Boy+, gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but ain't graze me, they want Sweet Jones be pushin daisies
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 takin these square hoes out to dinner, the bitch chose me cause she want a
I mix a ho up like a blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a drug 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 Sweet Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off cause his raps are shitty, plus a nigga to move up out the city
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, lemme some white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we play wit our
Wear platinum piece and wit' the Gucci
Paid my dues, I ain't came to lose, I wear Marvin tennis shoes
In the winter time, mink to match the mink on the floor in my candy 'Lac

[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 guts & swangs
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! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and what I'm tippin on
Momo grain I'm grippin on, codeine in cup I'm sippin on
I hog the lane in that candy train, swangin to right then I turn up the bang
I'mma say it for those who don't my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in that 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
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!
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 trill like Pimp and Bun, do 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, them 4's and vogues they clankin out
When they trunks pop, drop the top, be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, candy paint, belts and across the back
Don't disrespect or this a Cadi, maybe this more than just a 'Lac
like the white but I'mma roll the green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, 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 roll wit'cha, it ain't how I do it man
I'm from Texas, P.A. to be exact where we it man {*screwed*}
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 the load, you can't handle the weight
Not them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...