Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

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

Ooh girl you looking good, give lil a holla
Cause I could you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa came from nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me
Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright
I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice
And I ain't right, and I ain't chicks
But I really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
You this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward
And if you the way it sound, go to the store and sco' it
You see me, I'm low key, cause I got
And Choppa dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, till I'm lavage, call 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 one, I'm number one

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

I got your head board banging, ooh
When I ask you who you loving, you say
I'm making it hot, coming through and your twat
Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, I ain't gonna stop
You say you wanna get wobble, so I'm gon find you
You say you wanna hot boy, with a
How you like it, from the back or your in the air
You could ride it, you could it girl, I just don't care
Cause I'ma serve it 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 discriminate on
If you can break me with wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
I a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
Cause Choppa's Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
The next time you think, that you get served proper
I got your head board banging, p.s. love Choppa

- 2X]

I want a slim, woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never ever labeled a duck, but quick to buck
A attitude sometimes, but not a child
But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project
And she like a model, when 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 already the difference, its lust they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them
She never 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 bring a mill, and my woman I'll 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 really got that mark on her
Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't but mess

- 4X]