Luyện nghe bài hát Shake What Ya Got

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

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

[Verse Master P, C-Los]
It's like cancer mayne, I massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a mayne
I keep it gully I don't even see her
my boy in the cut man holla when 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 to call me shorty
I talk cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red 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, low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for women that's, oh so
Yeah I see you actin up, the way to back it up
We them No Limit boys you know our paper up

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

[Verse Tank]
Let a get up in that, Tank tryin to pin that
Back it out, ya up, 360 spin 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, girl you that right?
'Less you front on my people we ain't comin to
We comin to toss money, now shake for me

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