Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em good
But I don't fuckin' em
First time they fuss I'm
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 a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, em out now
Ride,
And let's check em out now
Ride,

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

Nigga the big Southern rap impresario
straight up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't a scary hoe
Now time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a bit
We pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't it
But if you hatin' 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
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
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' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's that 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.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' 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 down 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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga