Luyện nghe bài hát Shake What Ya Got

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

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

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

[Verse
Don't stop ma, it like 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 type that I like to watch
Shake that, make thang go to the flo'
I'm not Omarion but I could you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the
Don't hold nuttin ma, let me get it all

[Verse Three:
Let a thug get up in that, Tank to pin that
Back it out, toss ya up, 360 that
We in it to win that, body for the
You can your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters
for heavy breathin, pumpin and sweatin
We can do it all night, girl you 'bout that
'Less you front on my people we comin to fight
We comin to toss money, now somethin for me

[Verse
Look at shawty, she like a damn machine
Man she mean, she shakin a tamborine
bustin out her pants 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 like a fan
Now I'm layin backwards, stayin now I'm payin stacks
Cause her ass bouncin like the ball when you playin
Now I ain't sayin 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 Black
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a math
Add me and subtract pants slow
I wanna see you clown on the dance
So shake like ya pros and bounce to the