Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing paper faster than
These lil' bastards can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke

You want to pop that pussy that's a ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that
C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master

old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high side call us sky
But why slap us when you a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the taught y'all that bitch play?
See, we makes a pay like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay sit still, fuck how this shit feel
This studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'

I got them bitches popping pussy getting
And you know we couldn't give a fuck
I got them on the corner selling cock
And the game that we go don't

I got them thug ass with the syrup
And you know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about rap

To niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the door
Fuck me right and suck me
And you might hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and blow up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with baby
You a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the

Jones, Gripping Grain
With all that you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking

Popping pills, the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you
If you want to go to war, take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

I got them popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we give a fuck
I got bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got don't

I got them thug ass with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

Bitch, getting hit in the front
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys paid
Lay it down we chopping on the blades

I'm trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of
Chopping up the chronic weed, all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got fucking keys

Always riding things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my

Optimos a of crown, red eyes with a frown
Niggaz with them gold teeth, fast talking on the
of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got rubbers

Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt glock
Back pocket Chevy keys, for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like wicked
Always got to your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow your mind the real business in the
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking
You remember back in day it was niggaz hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes hoes

What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get buck
Oh, you fucking my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper if you straight rape her

I ain't mad my girl licking pussy with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my
Bitch, I'll tell you what job and your job nonstop
I the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch

I need the keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now nigga, now you hoes get to walking
And I ain't to hear that bullshit, bitch, walk

I got them bitches popping pussy buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got, don't

I got thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And everyday young boys paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

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