Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in your

We come extra whylin'
Y'all love it, who don't sex and violence?
She got a camera phone, send a and a text
Fiends dough, tricks want sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a robe, back of your body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I staple holes to clothes
Because 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, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

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

To all my pimps, in your 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 your
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,