Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

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

Ooh girl you looking good, lil Choppa a holla
Cause I could take you out Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa came from nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, wanting to 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 ain't really nothing nice, when I'm spitting
You feel this shit, won't you bob your head back and forward
And if you like the way it sound, go to the and sco' it
You see me, I'm low key, I got this
And Choppa dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, me Choppa
Tim Smooth, cause I 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, and ride with me
Hop in my 6 you nice, in them Prada jeans
So you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
Bend it, make that booty wiggle out for me

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

- 2X]

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

- 4X]