Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your A**

Come on,
Come on,
on, yeah
on, ay

me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a of grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya
And I the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I hit ya peeps
The love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at

on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she let me hit it from the back
Not she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' wrong that
The weed hold that, the blunt that
And when you give me head, please don't hold
your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, you comin' it's yo pack
Now

Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'

Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'

I hops out the Jag, full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump she bad
Jeans tight, weave fittin' right
The way I feel my ass make the ballers blow cash
up in the party, sippin' the Bacardi
Betta watch man 'cause I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', time to get this hype

Niggaz in the place, all up in my
Somebody touch my ass I have to catch a case
Don't let the face ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a hand jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, mean I say
You wanna with me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you hang
Get the up out my face and let me do my thang
Now

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the

Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, in the back
You can tell by the way I 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, the fact
me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say country
But the is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to humble but her ass rumble
her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he at me I can pimp him
This nigga Lame, he got no game
His ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, colder than
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably to check hoes
Now

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'

Show ass
your ass
Show ass
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