Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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 thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't feed em
First time they I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
trust than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
him and split his bucks
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I hate
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 doin big up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga 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

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
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 pull 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 down on yo' slab
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you I
Then you wait while I get yo' butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
Timbaland let me my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Man, fool

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

Uh out, throwin' 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 broads at the
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until pay me
Uh now what y'all bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, weed and talkin' noise

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 just that Jigga Man, C, and Bun B nigga