Luyện nghe bài hát Still Pimping The Pen (screwed)

(DJ Screw)
9-7, Click
Sil Fo Lil
in the mix

Ball slow on
DJ Screw, K-E
Know what I'm sayin' uh..
if ya hoes that know
Keke's on the mic and I mix the

(Lil' Keke)
I'm still drapped up and out, reclinin' the top
Straight up, H-Town and the funk don't stop
Watch the trunk pop, and the front end hop
I'ma on these boppas, I'm a clown these cops
red out the shop, I'm leaving paint on the street
Sippin' syrup, burbs, smokin' indo sweets
Outta state only us, cause the plates say Texas
TV screens, Young & The Restless, in my G.S.
From Atlanta to through the Sunset Valley
Houston, all the way to Cali, got them fought in a
Remember bitch Sally? They didn't like her walk
But she still get fucked by Keke and the Hawk,
Fat Pat and D, what about Pokey and Screw
We gone bring em to the South and let the click run
It's easy to see, there ain't no fuckin' with me
I pimp the pen, once again, this is Lil'

(DJ Screw)
Know what I'm sayin'
Let's get draped up and dripped out the pens
what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' it down, to the fullest
what I'm sayin'?
L-i-l, go on let that boy go

(Lil' Keke)
It's time to lay it down, like cards on the
Big crib, watch ya gorgeous gal lickin' my
the man? And who's the G?
L to the I to the L to the K to the E to the K to the E ME
of a hustler, mind of a g
Punk-ass niggas can't fuck me
Give me in reglerity
on all these hoes and jet
Break a nigga neck if he don't
Let me right down effect
Gone of the drank, got' make a
Playa niggas don't want tryin' to take my pad
I'ma have to kill, when I come down, I'm blazin' wood wheel
Pop another pill, careful, better
Southside Texas won't you tell me how you feel
Make mill, while I pack my steel
Breakin' boys off with my freestyle
than a hill, land of the trill
Pimpin' pens, hittin' skins, nothin but skill

(DJ Screw)
Know what I'm sayin'? Pimp the pens,
Break it down
already know what it is, Hollywood
Ain't that right
Straight hoggin', deal, trick

(Lil' Keke)
Verse of the flow, if ya hoes that know
In and out the back cause I gots to go
One more time flow, I'm a freestyle pro
Walkin' the club and dismantlin' the show
Houston, Texas, is the of the playas and pimps
Sace (Versace) down a limp, across the sky in a blimp
I in clocks, don't like dumb jocks
I'm a playa I'm a baller, bagguettes and
World's greatest in the eye of the public
love me, try to dub me, cause I stick to the subject
Again and again, nothing than a win
Your foe, or your friend, I'm a keep pen, pimpin' pens

(DJ Screw)
chill, and smoke a sweet for a second
9-7, showin' up, on records
Steady stackin' dollars, gassing up my Impala
Lord knows a G don't wanna get swallowed
Cause I'm tryin' to succeed, the a nigga need
The devil's me, with God ain't no stoppin' me
It's syrup not hennessy, blowin' up
I done screwed up the industry, got them all be pagin' me
Niggas be hatin' me, I make paper, g
It's all about the paper, still ain't no fadin' me
Girbaud up, cause you know that I'm able
L-i-l pimp the pens, I be turntables