Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

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

Ooh girl you looking good, lil Choppa a holla
Cause I could 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 ain't even got a yet, but that's alright baby
Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I nice
And I right, and I ain't flipping chicks
But I really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
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 style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot
I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, me Choppa
Tim Smooth, cause I gotta it
And not for a career, its all for fun
And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm one

[Chorus: - 2X]
Girl you good, come and ride 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
Bend it, make that booty wobble out for me

I got your board banging, ooh la-la-la
When I ask you who you loving, you say
I'm it hot, coming through and breaking your twat
you worry bout 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 back or your in the air
You could ride it, you dodge 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 toes, sit you down and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't on y'all
If you can break me your 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 served
I got your board banging, p.s. just love Choppa

- 2X]

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

- 4X]