Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't fuckin' em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I 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 to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
Heart as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And let's check em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we spendin'
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, 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 Southern rap
Comin' straight up out the barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick I spit, then it won't be a little 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 comin' on yo' slab
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these on
Ain't the track that we on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

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

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

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