Luyện nghe bài hát Pourin Up

C]
somethin, bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin
Young Pimp.. what we doin? (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 smokin out, pourin up, keepin 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, 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 slugs but 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' 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 head up a blender, ho need a daddy, you'se pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'mma young stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson, 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 need to move up out the
The game gritty but the bitch pretty, snort some white girl up off ya titty
Ya heard me right, we play wit our
Wear piece and wit' the Gucci 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 'Lac

[Mike
Uh! I'm comin out in that candy thang, 8 carats in my rang
Drop the top in the lot so y'all can see butter guts & swangs
Candy paint what I'm flippin on, and vogues what I'm tippin on
MOMO wood grain I'm on, grippin on
I said! Candy paint what I'm flippin on, 84's and what I'm tippin on
Momo wood grain I'm 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 Jones and I blew 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 handy bitch!
I keep it trill 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!
I said! 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!

B]
When I pull the slab out and hit the block, wit' them 4's and they clankin out
When trunks pop, drop the top, don't be surprised you can go in shock
Wit' them neon lights, paint, belts and buckles across the back
Don't disrespect or call this a Cadi, this more than just a 'Lac
Some like the white but roll the green, purple dro up in the swisha
Horny ladies sittin on the grill, wood grain to it's hard to miss us
We "G" so don't dismiss us, been here 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 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 is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and 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 carry the load, you handle the weight
Not them boys up out that Lone Star state so get it straight
We be...