Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' Corners

Big Pimp A K A all up off in yo gul drawers
Frank the dirty hog
some of that Peruvian weed
Okay, okay okay okay, okay

Now is a pimpin' day so
I slide on my 'llac with alligators
in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie plush

Don't got no main lady 'cuz I don't like to
Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to
Split these G'z out with us, shut these P'z down to
I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts they bust what

We bendin' corners in a plush
And keep 2 clips cuz I'm to bust
One pimp 4 hoes so we ball
We got a case of yak so my dick won't

20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gon' creep when we crawl here we
We poppin' and here comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm corners in my Cadillac
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, getting

I'm corners in my Cadillac
4 in the back one head in my lap
head, on the road

Now, it's eight to my game of life
Rule 1, 'em all and follow 'em right
2, don't take no shit from none of these hoes
Just be bought 2 things 'em out and leavin' 'em broke

3, if you ever get some bread to buy a key
Make sure the nigga you getting it from work for the MPD
Rule 4, if you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it right the first
You lay out the back doe

Rule 5, most important, keep yo pride
Fuck what sayin' hind closed doors, you know the South get live
Rule 6, tell them playahaters to yo dick, get mad like a bitch
'Cuz they shit ain't droppin'

7, aww naw, now that should've been 1
Don't eva leave the without being strapped wit a gun
8, just repeat 1 to 7, and if you eva get to heaven
Hug my late Kevin

Bring it back now, them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin'
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk stone wall
We gon' creep when we here we come
We poppin' 65432 and here the 1 and that's for real

I'm corners in my Cadillac
Pistol under my wit a sack full of crack
hay, getting blown

I'm corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes, in the back, one in my lap
head, on the road

Now ask yo self, am I the pimp you eva saw
They me Peter Westraw, the devil's son in law, why?
I you niggaz don't know how
To make the saddest snort powder and get live

Been doing this since the age 5, way back in 85' and I still ain't tired
But why? 'Cuz something that ya'll need to know
When I empty out yo block I'm fill it wit holes

Bring it back now them 20 inches got Coup Deville sittin' tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk stonewall
And we gone when we crawl
We poppin' 65432 and comes the 1 and that's for real

I'm bendin' corners in my
under my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, getting

I'm corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes in the one head in my lap
head, on the road

I'm bendin' corners in my
Pistol my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay, blown

I'm bendin' in my Cadillac
4 hoes in the back, one in my lap
Getting head, on the

On the road, head
On the road, getting
On the road, hay
blown, smoking hay

Getting blown, hay
blown, smoking hay