Luyện nghe bài hát Set It Off (Radio Remix)

ass
(Mmm hmm)

(Uh huh, mm hmm)
Y'all don't know nuttin' 'bout me
(Mm hmm, uh huh)
Ya heard? Ladies and

T.C. soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma everything from her
while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me new pussy and buy a Four-Runner

I walk with a limp, 'cause my heavy
And I like it from the back so hold your butt
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't
And momma I love pussy, but I ain't
Now prepare yourself for a dickin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, you missin'

I'm the baddest nigga walkin', you ain't heard?
I got a team of head waitin' to give 'em the word
I few in the East Coast, a few in the West
to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in
No matter what I do dawg, I my set, ladies and gentlemen

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this

The niggidy, Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what you heard on the street CMR for life
Still on dubs, sippin' brown and white
Jump stupid if you bitch we gon' clown tonite

We got twenty-five in the V.I.P.
Cristal and 40 yack and a pound of
I know you wait for me to get drunk and me home
what I'ma give you though, a shot to yo' dome

Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin' gon' get hit too
I'm not givin' a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe,
Ya gotta admit ha, a motherfucker

I'ma general, executin' the
Got a of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them to in the van
Mommy please come off just me and my man

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in motherfucker
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this

55 percent of these niggaz is
The other 45 percent be handlin' they
55 percent of these is hoes
The other 45 percent be playin' they

Mr. Officer, Mr.
Take these cuffs off of us
We ain't nobody in this car, for us
And ridin' on is the law for us

I ain't from France but my French
ya if ya hatin', nigga save that then
I been dealin' wit you bitches from way then
Plus I kept a fire duck off the lay in

You say my played me and J be tight
'Cause Juvie care, so everything alright
see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass pipes
Bein' by some niggaz on some bad ass bikes

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in motherfucker

Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this
Wodie, wassup, Wodette, wassup, Wodie,
Set it off in this