Luyện nghe bài hát Shake What Ya Got

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Hey ma 3X]
Hey ma, you a lil' or a lot

[Chorus: Master P - 2X]
Shake it for me shorty, work you got
I ain't stop 'til I hit that spot
Front to the back to the to the top
I ain't stop 'til I hit that spot

[Verse Master P, C-Los]
It's cancer mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it gully 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 on a hundred dollar bill
You want to party shorty, you need to me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty
P. Miller on that candy red Ferrari shorty
Yeah I'm but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay when I roll
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 boys you know our stackin up

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

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

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