Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin'

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big baby
It's big pimpin, 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, em lookin' good
But I fuckin' feed em
time they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every of the word, bitch
Better than believe em
In the cut I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the
Then it's, beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play the dick in the truck
Many chicks to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break
So you can be it up? Shit I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never
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, spendin'
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
Makes a mill' up off a hoe
Then sit back and peep my
Oops, my bad, that's my
No I can't fuck a hoe
Now every time, place, everywhere we go
start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a and step up yo' vocab
Don't be if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo'
ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But if you hatin' I
you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of 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 track that we breakin' hoes on
Ain't the track that we on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no man
Don't trip, let's flip, throwed on the flip
blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

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

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the
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 whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know them Texas 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 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 Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga