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

[Verse Master P, C-Los]
It's like mayne, I roll massive mayne
You see thighs and that butt, she's a dancer mayne
I keep it like I don't even see her
Tell my boy in the cut man holla you see her
I'm blingin man, me and Ghetto Bill
I put my number on a hundred dollar
You want to party shorty, you need to me shorty
I talk country cause you I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty
P. Miller shoes on candy red Ferrari shorty
I'm young but I spit it through my soul like I'm old
One of the reason my pockets stay swoll when I
Los the fo'fo, headin low, slow stroll
Keep an attitude for that's, oh so cold
Yeah I see you up, this 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, show me you a pro it
I'm not the type to jock
But you sorta the type that I would like to watch
Shake that, make that thang go to the
I'm not Omarion but I make you say OH
Let's go from the Willow to the
Don't hold back ma, let me get it all

[Verse Tank]
Let a thug get up in that, Tank tryin to pin
Back it out, ya up, 360 spin that
We in it to win that, body for the
You can your girlfriends I'ma bring the heaters
Ready for heavy breathin, 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 money, now shake somethin for me

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