Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, em, leave em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts with nothin', be frontin'
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, 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 Jigga Man, C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, cheese
We big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

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

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

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

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