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
I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa Style came nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, to look at me strange
Now I even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
Cause I ain't got my yet, and I ain't nice
And I ain't right, and I ain't chicks
But I ain't really nothing nice, when I'm 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 store and it
You see me, I'm low key, I got this
And Choppa style dropping 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 number one, I'm one

Jahbo - 2X]
Girl you looking good, come and ride 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, make booty wiggle wobble out for me

I got your head 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, 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 it, from the back 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 you touch your toes, sit you down 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 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. just Choppa

- 2X]

I want a slim, woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to
A sometimes, but not a project child
But if needed to bend some piece, she acting style
And she walk like a model, when she up in them
Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her
She don't hang with messy chickens, 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 listen from the jump, though her head is hard
If she tell me she gon me, so my heart ain't 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 really got mark on her chest
Ask your girl, probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess

- 4X]