Luyện nghe bài hát Ooohhhwee

P]
Weebie! at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of (oh)

One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!

P]
I know a big girl, a ironed skirt
Give her dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you our crew large
Our fantasy's to sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or cars
Bring it to the girl, bring the toys
On the dash, shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep the Cris'"
I'ma perky boy this, to do the ass
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' her
Nay girl where you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do thang
I said "Rock the boat, let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the

[Chorus

[Master P] Say that

I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and some mo'
you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wit it
Act a fool and wit it
make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle
Gotcha workin on the 'til you run outta breath
No like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, see ya take it off

[Chorus

Two: Weebie]
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, on
Rock, on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now turn around and hustle wit it
it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh

P]
Mary had a big ol' butt as as Jesus shorts
And every club that Mary was at then thugs would show the
That mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a
Project chick but pretty just like a
When I'm rollin through the she on dubs
mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head then I'ma be the doctor
A real country cook bricks and eggs
And she don't leave the farm to get paid
Candice on twaps she love the ball
Thought she had the on the dresses at the mall
Buyin, high heels on some leather
And for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!

One]

[Chorus

P over Chorus Two]
Where them No Limit boys at? them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get and what?
y'all (?) ain't no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on ya catchin us

P (Weebie)]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty (OOOHHHWEE!)
The clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my
I'm to (?) wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!