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 'til I hit that
Front to the back to the to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit spot

One: Master P, C-Los]
It's like cancer mayne, I massive mayne
You see them and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it like I don't even 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 to party shorty, you need to call me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty
P. Miller shoes on candy red Ferrari shorty
I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets swoll when I roll
Los the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for that's, oh so cold
I see you actin up, this the way to back it up
We No Limit boys you know our paper stackin up

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

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

[Verse
at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin a tamborine
Booty bustin out her and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm sayin how she walk she can
make you put Bucks on her like a fan
Now I'm backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin jacks
Now I sayin that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter I'll be tippin a
She strippin it off, it's cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a math
Add me and subtract your slow
I see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya pros and bounce to the