Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your A**

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

me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple of
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

Show-offs on the cap, 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' with that
The weed that, the blunt roll that
And when you me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at, the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' yo pack
Now

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

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

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

in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya, give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab Zab Jooda
I say I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck 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, gon' hit the
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'

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

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

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over 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 I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

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

your ass
Show ass
Show ass
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