Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better trust than em
In the cut where I em
I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be forever
cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I hate
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 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, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big up in N.Y.C.
It's just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't 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 pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a 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
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, break it
You gotta pay like you 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
That's the track that we these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' 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', spendin'
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, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we it buck
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I fuck with y'all
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 them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and noise

We be big pimpin, cheese
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 Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga