Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Ladies

C'mon, yea
Snap fingers, c'mon, yea
we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, it

I said, "My solo jump off, been boomin' nine-six"
My solo jump off, been since nine-six
Hittin' the circuit breaker, flickin' the light switch
The kid like is he for givin' you wild hits
I my name on the way on top of the now list
Bangin' on level, droppin' the now shit
It's like the feelin' after a couple of old flick
And once you hear the kid, be knowin' the sound sick

in the club, watchin' the crowd flip
That's when I the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a bitch
Bitch my pocket, seein' we wild rich
Shorty hopin' we smellin' nothin' foul fish
While you swingin' ass at the Devil, claimin' you
A lot of haters I'm knowin' you this
While you floss unnecessarily, sippin' on wild

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, neck and your back
When you step up in the I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the
Shorty shakin' her waist, and rippin' her
Now all my are muggin' and singin' the song, I'm sayin'

Shit still in two-thousand and three
My shit still in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you to be
My jewels bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts a little, pass me a cup of tea
Takin' different boats, from the land to the sea

I got my see, I ain't doin' nuttin' for free
Unless it's for the hood, it cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, whippin' the V
Clever New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was a key
Bonin' chicks, holdin' like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it to a tee
And keep it goin' add spice, we holdin' the recipe

Big paper we makin', all of my agree
Stack more and bust up a of Hennessey
In case you niggaz ain't knowin' my pedigree
Invested in for the niggaz who go and ski
If you ain't the streets is belongin' to me
I get my from the hood and then take 'em all on a spree shoppin'
While you niggaz is coppin' the pleas
We busy blowin' frontin' you ain't knowin' my stee'

I say "Ladies, my Mercedes"
fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the
Shorty shakin' her waist, and her thong
Now all my people are muggin' and the song, I'm sayin'

Yea, yo' fingers, c'mon, yea
we go now, yea