Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master
And I'm bringing this paper than
These lil' bastards 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 want to pop that pussy that's a ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that
C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master

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

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

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

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

To many niggaz out here hoes a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front
Fuck me right and me tight
And you might hit the blunt hoe

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

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

Popping pills, work the wood
Fuck where from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, I'll 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 that I got 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 that it ain't this rap

Bitch, niggaz hit in the front
I a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young 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, on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the weed, picking 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, has it left my mouth

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

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

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

What the business, the deal, man, these hoes got me fucked
Make me up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking 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, tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, and watch

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

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

I got them thug ass with the syrup
And you that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you know that it about this rap

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

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