Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you wanna
In the backseat, of a
Chop it up, do or die
Do you wanna
In the backseat, of a
Chop it up, do or die

Verse one:

Seven oh p.m.
Fly low to them in the b-m
Sippin seagram, chewin on a weed
on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin po pimp
Spring to the phone with a limp
In a that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three connection
As the rest of them wanted
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you
And plus we strapped two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I for a minute
Cause I forgot I met the hoe
And the feeling forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I up check the hoe, really doe
To the

Verse ak-47, belo

Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the hoes
Three per hour
Like we up on some ri-vals
to deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the k finna recognize
I loose myself juice myself
As you one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin hoes biology, and obviously, well...

Mmm, ain't this some shit, up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c
They those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automatically
Cause he's a pimp, he be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but
Cause nigga be nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, up that paper hoe
Watch your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo,
simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess ya young ass
on that finest grass
Never miss what you had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We learnin these biology, and obviously, well...

Verse tung twista

Well a motherfucker be broke and shit
And then no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker
To get them hoes with the open lips and the hips
And never gotta her many lies
I been in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, sex
Peanut complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo gotta be
Right, gotta be to flatter me
But if the head the bomb c'mon a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see that'd be like
I know you wanna try that, to the of a high hat
Don't be bogus and that
I done got a hoe and all my on a train
she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the side of your hoe
Tryin ta up on another g
The broad all up under me tryin ta me
love-ly while I roll another 'B' suddenly
She that I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with
Comin an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin potion
The word that was said
Twisted be givin women in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I leave whoever dead
ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them in the air like a playa do
Then in a day or two
After words i'ma a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that b-low and do
Wearing gray and
If a hoe holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but
Be learnin hoes biology, obviously, well...