Luyện nghe bài hát Set It Off (Radio Remix)

ass
(Mmm hmm)

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

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

I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts
And I like it from the so hold your butt steady
I know I got big lips, but I ain't trippin'
And momma I pussy, but I ain't lickin'
Now yourself for a smooth dickin'
You don't want it girl? You don't know, what you

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma general, executin' the
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the
Runnin' up on hoes, them to jump in the van
please come break 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 motherfucker

55 of these niggaz is fake
The 45 percent be handlin' they weight
55 percent of these women is
The other 45 percent be playin' they

Mr. Officer, Mr.
Take these cuffs off of us
We ain't kill in this car, for us
And ridin' on is the law for us

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

You say my momma me and J be tight
Juvie takin' care, so everything alright
Bitches see the sliver seraph wit them phat ass
Bein' followed by 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