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 down on
Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we y'all
my cats think you feel me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn
They let the dish and the pan
Hit us all with some
Let me get to Virginia, link up with

Now I'm bustin' ass
Now callin' me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like,
And there is one thing to
Y'all know what it is and is the one I am
Spit I spit 'cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some durag, it's to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin'
Hey

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, bubba
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

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