Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
trust than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
chicks want 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 it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be mackin'
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 check em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just 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 that Jigga 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 and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't 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 stab out me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the that we flows on
But when get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
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 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.
It's just that 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 to ball, holla 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 still be ridin'
Chromin' shinin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know them Texas boys
Comin' down in toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

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