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 know I thug em, fuck em, love em, em
Cause I don't need em
em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't feed em
First time they fuss I'm
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word,
Better than 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 with the dick in the truck
Many want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
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 cheese
em out now
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
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' straight up out the black
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I can't a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us down on yo' slab
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' 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
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' these on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like
We keep hoes crunk like
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' cheese
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
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 and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas
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 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