Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

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

Ooh girl you good, give lil Choppa a holla
I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa Style from nothing, to having some change
Now in my face, wanting to look at me strange
Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright
Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't
And I ain't right, and I ain't chicks
But I ain't really nothing nice, I'm spitting hits
You this shit, then 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 style dropping nothing 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 number one, I'm one

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

I got head board banging, ooh la-la-la
I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop
I'm making it hot, coming and breaking your twat
Don't you bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop
You say you wanna get served wobble, so I'm gon you
You say you wanna hot boy, with a
How you like it, from the or your legs in the air
You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I don't care
Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I 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 your wiggle, I'll do you a dog
I want a slim, fine woman, so I could 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 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 needed to bend some piece, she project style
And she walk like a model, when she up in streets
pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet
She don't hang with messy chickens, she say that they sad
already know the difference, its lust they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them
She never listen the jump, though her head is hard
If she me she gon leave me, so my heart ain't gon stop
I get a bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch
And oh, tell your baby daddy, he got nothing on me
Going rounds and he gon shoot me, 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]