Luyện nghe bài hát Parking Lot Pimpin'

Yea standin' knock here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in system
Your be soundin' like this

Big things, thick chains, ain't shit
Get in the four dot six range
Shit mayn, slanes every town I hit you
slames bitch flip big caine

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

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

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

Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New 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 grimy ass New
'Specially when you're sittin' on they get nauseous
Standin' in the azure with air forces

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo aiyyo I dip, 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 so I can start dippin'

Lay back, seat recline, they the hand
Car slow driven by the invisible man
Everything on the dash, and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me at you man

In the lot, where I spark a lot
I come to my new feet, slide off with a few freaks
Bleek, turn up the beats, turn up the
Then we up the streets, bitch

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

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

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

Tryin' to find out where dem at
So when I holla at you, back
Everyday we be off the
nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'