Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm thinking of a plan
And I'm this paper faster than
These other lil' can
So I'm in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a 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 when you get that
This C O D nigga, so you can your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no orders, Visas or Master Cards

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

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

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

I got them thug ass 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 about rap

To niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the door
Fuck me right and suck me
And you just hit the blunt hoe

I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass,
But be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga 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 chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't but tricks
But we sipping and breaking bricks

Popping pills, work the wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you
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 bitches pussy getting buck
And you that we couldn't give a fuck
I got bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got stop

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

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

I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz do my dirt
Balling on Beale 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

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

Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes 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 right pocket, left pocket got rubbers

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got them thug ass 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

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

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