Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your A**

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

me, I'm the man
You a hand boo I got a couple of grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya
And I like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, that's you can be
playin' with me, then I gotta 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 gon' let me hit it the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' with that
The weed that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please don't hold
Where your eyes at, the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' yo pack
Now

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

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

I hops out the Jag, pocket of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave fittin'
The way I feel my ass make the 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 hype

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the
You can by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say it's
But the truth is of y'all gettin' money
I to stay 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 lookin' at me I can him
nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, than December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of
the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

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

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

your ass
Show ass
your ass
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