Luyện nghe bài hát Make That Shit Work

I lay the hammer
I'ma build a whole on that ass, I swear
Tell her its time
Cause I'm from Tallahassee and you know we get out here
Now when we swervin' in the [?], you know we makin' it
You almost me spill this jack on this ten dollar shirt
Shawty, tell me when you and your get out of work
Cause all these other bitches just to twerk

[Pre-Hook:
about to unload on a bitch
let me see you get low a bit
Drink that get low on the hips (too fast)
it slow on the dick

[Hook: & Juicy J]
Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm it work
How you fit all that cake in that
I'm whippin' on that ass like I'm making this
Waterguns, I be makin' it
Walk up in this bitch you better make that shit
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that work
And when you hop up on a dick you better make that shit work Make that shit work, make shit work (x2)
Hop up on a dick you better make shit work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that shit

[Verse 1:
Her booty
Tryin' to describe it but my just don't believe me
And if she ain't for the premium
stuck it on the side like a motherfuckin' TV
I'ma I do this shit in reality nigga
If she fuck with me she fuck with nigga
I got her working, got her working, losing calories
She don't fuck with you cause she knows that swag ain't official
dollars at a time
Drop pussy on a dime
Make it to the baseline
bap wind chime

[Pre-Hook:
Im'a to unload on a bitch
let me see you get low a bit
Drink that get low on the hips (too fast)
it slow on the dick

[Verse 2: J]
God damn shawty you get that ass at
Make a nigga hit it twice had to
Hit it three times, she in love it
hike that ass up, made me come get it
You are my thing, I might end the
ass niggas can't hang with a G
Ass and them titties what boy came to see
The club got enough change for me
And you I'm gone off a pill not that Tylenol
If the ain't eatin' dick she might as well starve
Shoot movies in the bed, she gon' play her
Cause when it come to givin' brain she play it smart
We doin' George Washington's, them fives and them
Twenties, fifties, color money
Throw that bread tell her momma she be your best friend
But that bitch ain't in love she just to get them M's

T-Pain]
Im'a about to on a bitch
let me see you get low a bit
Drink wine get low on the hips (too fast)
Take it slow on the