Luyện nghe bài hát Like a Pimp

Say bitch, I'm of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper than
These lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no

You want to pop that pussy a slim 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, or Master Cards

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

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

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

I got thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay
And bitch, you that 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 the front door
me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the hoe

I don't stunt and smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be 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

Jones, Gripping Grain
With all shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking

Popping pills, the wood wheel
Fuck you're from and fuck how you feel
If you to go to war, I'll take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car

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 I got don't stop

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

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

I'm always to put in work, niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the weed, picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them keys

Always riding Chevy things, shining on them things
Kids, I'm a model, police, I'm a dope man
forget 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 them gold teeth, fast talking on the
Some of us are under cover, make your mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got rubbers

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

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

the business, what 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 if you straight rape her

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

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

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

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

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