Luyện nghe bài hát Movin' In Your Chucks

Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

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

Bitches want dick, want a grip
Motherfuckers know when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you kick it in the hood?
Sellin' and fuckin' bitches real good?

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

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

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' movin' in Chucks

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

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

Trip, I told this to hold his bitch
Come equipped but don't trip, nigga his bitch
The bomb, I think 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' niggaz lanes and
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 niggaz, bitches gotta pay me

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' in your Chucks

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

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

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

To my niggaz in Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe
A million 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, motherfuck haters
I it pimpin' for my paper in my now or later
Made my mark for my spark, terror tear you
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 like full tennis
We gon' what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in sandals

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

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, 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, 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

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

Gators,