Luyện nghe bài hát Po Pimp

Chorus: p

Do you wanna
In the backseat, of a
it up, with do or die
Do you riiide?
In the backseat, of a
it up, with do or die

Verse one:

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

Verse ak-47, belo

Seven five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three per hour
we runnin up on some ri-vals
Never to deny though, bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce
A to the k finna recognize
Then I myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but
We these hoes biology, and obviously, well...

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

Verse three: twista

Well a motherfucker might be and shit
And then collecting no dough from
But I be spittin mo' than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes the open lips and the provokin hips
And gotta tell her many lies
I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the thighs
I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and pretty eyes
Pity cries on my side, yo anatomy gotta be
Right, gotta be to me right?
But if the head the bomb c'mon suck a nigga
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be
I know you wanna try that, to the rhythm of a hat
Don't be bogus and that
I got a hoe and all my fellas on a train
she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your at?
On the passenger side of hoe
ta come up on another g
The broad all up under me ta smother me
Lookin love-ly I roll another 'B' suddenly
She learned that I don't deal emotions
But we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin potion
The that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, they sick in the head
And if I ever leave dead
They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but 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 pimp type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing and blue
If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit ends
And get the
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna your friends
Cause I p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these biology, obviously, well...