Luyện nghe bài hát Shake What Ya Got

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

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

[Verse One: Master P,
It's like cancer mayne, I massive mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, she's a mayne
I keep it 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 Ghetto
I put my number on a hundred dollar
You want to shorty, you need to call 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 young but I spit it my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay when I roll
Los the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an for women that's, oh so cold
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 would to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the
I'm not but I could make you say OH
go from the Willow to the Ward
Don't nuttin back ma, let me get it all

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

[Verse
at shawty, she movin like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin a tamborine
bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks like kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm sayin how she walk she can
you put Bucks on her like a Milwaukee fan
Now I'm backwards, stayin back now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the 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 it off, it's probably cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now do a little math
Add me and subtract your slow
I see you clown on the dance flo'
So like ya pros and bounce to the banjos