Luyện nghe bài hát Make That Shit Work

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

[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

[Hook: T-Pain & J]
Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm it work
How you fit all that in that skirt?
I'm whippin' on that ass like I'm making this
Waterguns, I be it squirt
Walk up in this bitch you better make that shit
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make shit work
And when you hop up on a dick you better make that shit work Make that shit work, that shit work (x2)
Hop up on a dick you better make that work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make that shit

1: T-Pain]
Her unbelievable
Tryin' to describe it but my crew just don't me
And if she workin' for the premium
Im'a stuck it on the side like a TV
I'ma beast I do shit in reality nigga
If she fuck me she fuck with bestiality nigga
I got her working, got her working, calories nigga
She don't fuck you cause she knows that your swag ain't official
Hundred at a time
that pussy on a dime
Make it clap to the
bap wind chime

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

2: Juicy J]
God damn shawty you get that ass at
Make a nigga hit it twice had to
Hit it times, she in love with 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 know I'm gone off a not that Tylenol
If the bitch eatin' dick she might as well starve
Shoot in the bed, she gon' play her part
when it come to givin' brain she gon' play it smart
We doin' Washington's, them fives and them tens
Twenties, fifties, color money
Throw that bread tell her momma she gon' be best friend
But that ain't in love she just tryin' to get them M's

T-Pain]
Im'a about to 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