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
to the back to the bottom to the top
I ain't gon' stop 'til I hit spot

One: Master P, C-Los]
It's like cancer mayne, I roll mayne
You see them thighs and that butt, a dancer 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 man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my on a hundred dollar bill
You to party shorty, you need to call me shorty
I talk country you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red Ferrari
Yeah I'm young but I spit it my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my stay swoll when I roll
Los hold the fo'fo, headin low, stroll
an attitude for women 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, drop it like hot
Get low with it, go it, show me you a pro with it
I'm not the type 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 make you say OH
Let's go the Willow to the Ward
Don't nuttin back ma, let me get it all

Three: Tank]
Let a thug get up in that, Tank to pin that
Back it out, 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 'bout that
'Less you front on my people we ain't to fight
We comin to toss money, now shake for me

[Verse
Look at shawty, she movin like a machine
Man she mean, she shakin a tamborine
bustin out her pants and seams
So that may be why her cheeks bounce kids on trampolines
Yeahh - I'm just sayin how she 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 ain't that I'm trickin at all
But if she fine like a waiter I'll be a broad
She strippin it off, it's cause the stacks the man hold
The 'llacs to Land, Rolls, I'm a Soprano
In the back with tanned pros, now let's do a math
Add me and subtract your slow
I wanna see you clown on the flo'
So shake like ya pros and to the banjos