Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

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

You know I thug em, fuck em, em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin'
But I don't feed em
First time fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a in every sense of the word, bitch
trust than believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em with the dick in the truck
chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be
Me give my to a woman?
Not for nothin', happen
be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no
I got no
And I hate
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, em out now
Ride,
And let's ride 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.
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 just Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the barrio
a mill' 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 pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out little shit
And if you catch a when I spit, then 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 stab out me
And you see us comin' on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just take it
But if you hatin' I
Then you wait I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my on
Pump it up in the
That's the track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes like Trigger-man
Fo' it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin'
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', spendin'
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big in P.A.T.
It's just that Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
Everybody to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them boys
Comin' down in candied toys, weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, spendin
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
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.
just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga