Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in your

We come through whylin'
love it, who don't like sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, a picture and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

Bitches want dick, pimps a grip
Motherfuckers wanna know when you gon'
Man, you rich, you still it in the hood?
coke and fuckin' bitches real good?

Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't
They'll change the game and make the gangsters start pimpin'
He want her, she's just a decoy
You use her, you know hoes love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them to work
He want to the hoe, so he took her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
Work the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Have you ever seen flow?
Well, this is how you do it
Man, I don't a fuck
it, how I ride, slide in the bucket

Trip, I told this nigga to hold his
equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bomb, I think he in possession of mine
'Cause the bitch is to put my dick on top of her mind

I'm too G'd up to games with bustaz
Got somethin' to start niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic ninas and

I don't really give a fuck your hood, my nigga
I'm tryin' to make all bad good, my nigga
Got for the pimpin', Chucks on the daily
I ain't trippin' off these busta niggaz, gotta pay me

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

Always poppin' that shit like you to
But you don't say a fuckin' thing when I through
I call the shot, somebody gon' you
But you ain't even a fag, nigga, fuck you

Always talkin 'bout what a gon' do
But you a hoe, so don't believe you
it up for the world to see
The of Mr. X to the Z, damn

To my niggaz in them Cadillacs, that battle axe
A dollars every 90 days, imagine that
My is black, ramsacked with heavy gats
Hit a nigga so hard that his gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, them haters
I it pimpin' for my paper in my now or later
my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you some heart, comin' out here after

If you gon' start, you must finish, nigga, handle yo'
Because you like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin' back and forth full court tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, you walkin' in sandals

In a hospital robe, back of your exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple to your clothes
it's one for the hustle, two for transition
For my brothers in position still in the kitchen

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,