Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Bubba

It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the at?
I got here to make you down 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?
Alla y'all, and we earn that
finally let the dish and the pan
Hit us all some cash
Let me get to Virginia, link up with

Now I'm bustin' ass
Now they callin' me the Man
I'ma shit it like, yeah
And is one thing to understand
Y'all what it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit I spit 'cause I don't give a damn
Spin like like y'all 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, baby
We the music selector
Hey, bubba
If y'all it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun shot men

Check me out in my black dippin' on that man, who that be?
Timbaland, now wanna get at me
because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
We don't care though, nigga we three fly guys
All up in your local mall pickin' all local broads
Holla, if you get into a local 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 that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos Tequila in the gut
What y'all know about them Southern girls them big butts?
y'all know about them 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, 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, bubba
Well, he me in my van
The gun men forward

Mag, spit it I die fucker
You with your label kissin' ass a damn 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 sell some
N-Y to floater while I'm your daughter
Stayin' in the French quarter and to Juvenile
I that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man

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

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

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