Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing this faster than
These other lil' can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke

You to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties you get that dance
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master

Original old rock balling rappers
Bitches say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his
You try and flag us you see us coming down in a buck

Now, what the fuck part of the taught y'all that bitch play?
See, we a bitch pay like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how shit feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit real

I got bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we give a fuck
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the game we go don't stop

I got them thug ass with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you know it ain't about this rap

To many out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to
I close the deal from the door
me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the hoe

I don't stunt and blow up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class
You with a nigga as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck and be the tosser

Sweet Jones, Gripping
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine
And of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and bricks

Popping pills, the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and how you feel
If you want to go to war, take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

I got them popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner cock
And the game that I got stop

I got them ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you that it ain't about this rap

Bitch, niggaz hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the
And young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the

I'm always trying to put in work, wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of
Chopping up the chronic weed, all the fucking seeds
to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys

Always riding Chevy things, shining on twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a man
forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it my mouth

Optimos a fifth of crown, red with a frown
Niggaz with gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make baby mama love us
Knot in my pocket, left pocket got them rubbers

Right Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like witch
Always got to watch friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch

Now see, let me blow your mind the real in the wind
The main thing fucking up hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping

What the business, what the deal, man, hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get buck
Oh, you with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper if you straight rape her

I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a
'Cause she got to get it done but thing ain't my world
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and

I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella
Now nigga, now you hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear bullshit, bitch, walk

I got them popping pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the that I got, don't stop

I got them thug ass with the syrup
And you know we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you we stay strapped
And bitch, you know it ain't about this rap

Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's
Lay it down we chopping on the blades

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