Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm of a master plan
And I'm this paper faster than
These lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I
And keep a player paid in full 'cause ain't no joke

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

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

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

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

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

To many niggaz out here buying a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the from the front door
Fuck me 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 class baby
You with a nigga such as my self it'll you
So pay before a fuck around and be the tosser

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

pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where from and fuck 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 we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the selling cock
And the game that I got stop

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

Bitch, getting hit in the front
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys paid
Lay it when we chopping on the blades

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

Always riding Chevy things, shining on twanky things
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got them popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner cock
And the game that I got, stop

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

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

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