Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big baby
It's big pimpin, G's
Feel me uhh, uh-huh
Ge-ge-geyeah,
Ge-ge-geyeah,

You know I em, fuck em, love em, leave em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I fuckin' feed em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut I keep em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many chicks want to put fist in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just because you got head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me give my heart to a
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, em out now
Ride,
And let's ride em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big rap impresario
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a hit
Go a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
Pump it up in the
the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start like ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, at broads at the mall
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, spendin
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin in P.A.T.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin'
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B