Luyện nghe bài hát Big Pimpin' (extended Version)

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

You know I thug em, em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't need em
Take em out the hood, em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' em
First they fuss I'm breezin'
bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in sense of the word, bitch
trust than believe em
In the cut where I em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the
Then it's, beep beep and I'm em up
Let em play with the dick in the
Many chicks want to put Jigga in cuffs
Divorce him and his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a bread
So you can be livin' it up? I
Parts nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my 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 ride check em out now
Ride,

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

Nigga it's the big Southern rap
Comin' up out the black barrio
Makes a up off a sorry hoe
Then sit and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, my scenario
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' than a little bit
We don't pull it out over shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, it won't be a little hit
Go read a you illiterate son of a bitch 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 nigga if you I
you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the
Timbaland let me my pro's on
it up in the pro-zone
That's the track we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the that we flows on
But shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk Trigger-man
Fo' real it get no bigger man
Don't trip, flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' cheese
We be big on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big down in P.A.T.
It's just 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 Jigga Man, Pimp 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 it buck
want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no until 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 Jigga Man, C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin'
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B