Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
Better trust 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 the dick in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check 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 that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we mo' heat than a little bit
We don't it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait 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 to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we these hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man,

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
It's just that 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 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 call it
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be Mercedes
shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin'

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