Luyện nghe bài hát She Got

She got style a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a (6x)

1- Y.O.

I dont how you put dem jeans on/
Watchin yo booty go back and forth look like its ping
I envision myself up in ya don't dat seem
Hit you with this hammer you'd prolly make it my ringtone, but this should be yo song/
Mo' style den a French designer, got like a 10-inch behind her/
She dropped it low a recliner, den brought it up like a reminder/
Where dey make these, where'd you find her lookin like somethin thats out of my
Girl you da one I'm tryna pick, like I'm attempting to set up a
And yea dem jeans I'm tryna get you out an eviction/
She so B.A.D., I'd say I her, but that ain't part of my diction/
Tell me I'm trippin, I say we should vacate, tapes like Ray J and Kim/
So bout her money like Baby and Slim, you prolly think she related to dem/
I to dem type, B.A.D., she suit me like pinstripes, swag/
If you was for sale already been bagged, fully accessed ain't a thing that you lack/
Dressin like you just came up out of Saks, with 2 random tryna carry ya sacks/
Ain't talkin money, but she got a rack, that body should be on a plaque/

She got like a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a (6x)

Verse 2 - TKO

Aye she got style, man she super bad, mo' than a chalupa has/
She jumped inside me roofless slab, and blue me like a flag/
I never been a loser fag, 50 Tyson stupid
When I walked in her pad her kids looked up huh are you my dad/
Eeen, hell naw, I don't know what really to yall/
danell nah so move around I don't wanna smell yall/
Skinnamarink I she has mo' kids than Dashiki/
I'm only over here cause I'm frenchie, came to ya mama some winkie/
Well duh, ring ring ya its the O
Yung O called my said we in need of a song/
gears, she winked her eye so I must reply if her man trip I'ma dust the guy/
She's the shit, you flush I tried, she givin blow jobs so I must apply/
You a lame, you can't justify, no caterpillars, doors
Don't compare with the other guy, KFC I get a bunch of thighs/
Like Mississippi I get a bunch of I's, you don't get it ketchup like come with fries/
people think I had sex on an airplane, why, cause I'm fly/

She got style a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a (6x)

3 - Y.O.

Okay so style is what you teachin, body language dats you speakin/
let me begin, you should pretend dat I'm yo man for da weekend/
Blow da whistle like a reach-in, finest hoes she dem/
Pockets be deep in for dem designer clothes dat she be in/
Honor roll was her den, baddest chick comin from her class/
Now when I get to peepin, look like her ass grew ass/
And you ain't have to ask, her face fine she killin
Lovin da way you dance you say no hands but I'm still you/
Drinks, get me billed for 2 or mo', I might a few of those/
B.A.D. wit no tv show, she skipped dat for a movie role/
Bougie hoes just don't compare, dem Serena so cutthroat/
I'm ya chicks standin next to her, get overlooked, short folk/
Of though, but no coarse hair, and her body look better in sportswear/
She got dem shorts where, dey show a lot of skin n got her own crib wit a Porsche
Porsche there, she winnin, tryna study her like its
Got me training like its the Olympics just to get next, next, like an

She got style a muthafucka (6x)
She got a body like a (6x)