Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Bubba

It's the dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you on twelve-pack
Call Rudy, tell him us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
Where my cats you feel me at?
y'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the and the pan
Hit us all some cash
Let me get to Virginia, up with Timbaland

Now I'm they ass
Now they callin' me the Man
I'ma it sick like, yeah
And there is one to understand
Y'all what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I spit 'cause I don't a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue
On some durag, it's to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new deal
Hey

Hey, baby
If y'all it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
We the music selector
Hey, baby
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, bubba
Well, he me in my van
The gun men forward

Check me out in my Transam dippin' on that man, who that be?
Timbaland, now wanna get at me
Just because we brothers dippin' in the fly ride
We don't though, nigga we just three fly guys
All up in your local mall all your local broads
Holla, if you wanna get a local brawl
We the in-timidators, y'all
By our bling bling ring and I can't debate it

Low hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire,
y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the amigos with Tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big
What y'all know about buckshots bustin from a truck?
Yeah, yeah, that's that Southern
The come of the me, the of the Pete
The of the 'goo, the come of the G

Hey, bubba
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
We lost the music
Hey, bubba
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, bubba
Well, he me in my van
The gun shot men

Mag, spit it 'til I die
You with your label kissin' ass like a sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in house shoes watchin' the news
Do my when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and some Vodafone
N-Y to floater while I'm humpin' daughter
Stayin' in the French and listen to Juvenile
I like that shit, all my niggaz is wild
You come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man

South boys ain't fuckin' playin', them
This week got and No Limit in Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris and Mob, uh
We do it 'cause we proud of this shit
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a
I ain't a thug and I tryna be
They take my love man and it bothered me

Hey, baby
If y'all it let me hear you say
Hey, bubba
We lost the music
Hey, baby
If y'all it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun men forward

Hey, baby
If y'all feel it let me you say
Hey, baby
We the music selector
Hey, bubba
If y'all feel it let me you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun men forward