Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea knock right here
You fuck around not have the right in your system
Your shit be like this

Big things, thick chains, shit changed
Get brain in the dot six range
Shit mayn, switch every town I hit you
slames bitch flip big caine

I givin' 'em whiplash I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one pick one I gotta six stashed
Continental T's no tense I got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, I drop it is so funny

Six-four switches, slam doors on
Big when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact I'm trill

Bitches love when I cruise up the
They have to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard
They know I come for dolo and pull off with a
Spin away, spend a day tryin' to menage

Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice flawless
Run lights I'm the king of New York I'm lawless
Bitches, wanna hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I Black Porsches, Benzes and Jaguarses

When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm cautious
Never trust ass New Yorkers
'Specially you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous
in the azure with white air forces

You can me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the
Workin' with grain, on things

to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, holla
Everyday we be off the
Ain't different, parkin' lot pimpin'

You can mac in the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
S Five navy cedes on eighty
four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box, push hot wheel like

Bitches wanna my world, they flash box
One sixty push my wheel, mash
One took my wheel to cash drop
Run you big will, match cop

Lookin' the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver, screwdriver, cracked column
somethin' stolen, blastin', picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me

Now the truth different Mac come through roof missin'
I'm the truth my fuckin' roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the to school pigeons
Feathers plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen

You can me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches, parkin' lot
Everyday we be off the
with grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you, back
Everyday we be off the
Ain't nuttin' different, lot pimpin'

Yo I dip, dive what can I say?
I can't fit 'em all the escalade
So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot
Told 'em get the Impala so I can dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the
Car movin' slow driven by the man
on the dash, digital and
I got a fast stashbox make me spit at you man

In the parkin' lot, where I a lot
I come to show my new feet, off with a few freaks
Bleek, up the beats, turn up the heat
Then we burn up the streets,

You can catch me in the lot
Hollerin' at bitches, lot pimpin'
we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on

Tryin' to find out dem dollars at
So I holla at you, holla back
we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot

You can catch me in the lot
Hollerin' at bitches, lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the
Workin' grain, sittin' on things

Tryin' to out where dem dollars at
So I holla at you, holla back
we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, lot pimpin'