Luyện nghe bài hát Shake What Ya Got

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Hey ma 3X]
Hey ma, you want a or a lot

Master P - repeat 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, what you got
I ain't gon' stop I hit that spot
Front to the to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit that

[Verse One: Master P,
It's like cancer mayne, I roll mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a mayne
I keep it gully like I don't see her
Tell my boy in the cut man holla you see her
I'm blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty, you need to me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans
Let yourself go - you can get shorty
P. shoes on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm young but I spit it my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, stroll
Keep an for women that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you actin up, this the way to it up
We them No Limit you know our paper stackin up

[Verse
Don't stop ma, it like it's hot
Get low with it, go it, show me you a pro with it
I'm not the type to jock
But you sorta like the that I would like to watch
Shake that, make thang go to the flo'
I'm not but I could make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the
Don't hold back ma, let me get it all

[Verse Three:
Let a thug get up in that, Tank to pin that
Back it out, ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the
You can bring your I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, and sweatin
We can do it all night, you 'bout that right?
'Less you front on my people we ain't to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake for me

[Verse
Look at shawty, she movin a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin like a
bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce kids on trampolines
- I'm just sayin how she walk she can
make you put Bucks on her like a fan
Now I'm layin backwards, back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin the ball when you playin jacks
Now I ain't that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter be tippin a broad
She strippin it off, it's probably the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black
In the back with pros, now let's do a little math
Add me and your pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the flo'
So shake ya pros and bounce to the banjos