Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin
It's big pimpin, G's
Feel me uhh, uh-huh
Ge-ge-geyeah,
Ge-ge-geyeah,

You I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I don't feed em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
Better trust believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
I'll be mackin'
cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And ride, check em out now
Ride,
And ride check em out now
Ride,

We doin, big pimpin, we cheese
em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin'
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, every place, we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't pull it out little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm to the track
let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
Gettin' with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big spendin' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, cheese
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin'
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga