Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't fuckin' em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every 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
Many want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
I'll be forever
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 doin big up in N.Y.C.
just that Jigga 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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' straight up out the barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
No I fuck a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo'
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe out with me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you can't take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me spit my on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the that we breakin' these hoes on
the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the
Gettin' blowed 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.
It's just that Jigga Man, 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, C, and Bun B nigga

Uh out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
down in candied toys, smokin' 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.
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
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B