Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

(*talking*)
What's up, ah ha, on
Style. Jahbo, Playa Will
On the track on

Ooh you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla
I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa Style came from nothing, to having change
Now in my face, wanting to look at me strange
Now I even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice
And I right, and I ain't flipping chicks
But I really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head and forward
And if you like the way it sound, go to the and sco' it
You see me, I'm low key, cause I got
And Choppa style dropping but some hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me
Tim Smooth, I gotta have it
And not for a career, its all for fun
And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm one, I'm number one

[Chorus: - 2X]
Girl you looking good, come and with me
Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in Prada jeans
So won't you it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me

I got your board banging, ooh la-la-la
When I ask you who you loving, you say
I'm making it hot, coming and breaking your twat
Don't you worry twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop
You say you wanna get wobble, so I'm gon find you
You say you hot boy, with a condo
How you like it, from the or your legs in the air
You could it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care
Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, I chop it like a dog
I'ma make you touch your toes, sit you and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't on y'all
If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you a dog
I a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
The next time you think, that you won't get proper
I got your head board banging, p.s. love Choppa

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I a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never ever a duck, but always quick to buck
A attitude sometimes, but not a child
But if needed to bend some piece, she project style
And she walk like a model, she up in them streets
Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada on her feet
She don't hang messy chickens, cause she say that they sad
already know the difference, its lust they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say me and them broads
She never listen the jump, though her head is hard
If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart gon stop
I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman watch
And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got on me
Going and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
Oh, you wonder how she got that mark on her chest
Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that nothing but mess

- 4X]