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, work you got
I gon' stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop I hit that spot

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

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

[Verse Three:
Let a thug get up in that, tryin to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 that
We in it to win that, body for the
You can bring your girlfriends I'ma bring the
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 to toss money, now shake somethin for me

[Verse
Look at shawty, she movin like a damn
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 on her like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you 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, probably cause the stacks the man hold
The to Land, Rolls, I'm a Black Soprano
In the with tanned pros, now let's do a little math
Add me and your pants slow
I see you clown on the dance flo'
So shake like ya and bounce to the banjos