Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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

me, I'm the man
You need a boo I got a couple of grand
on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass to the beat
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I gotta hit ya
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the
In the bed, I'm thirty at least

on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she let me hit it from the back
Not knowin' she a rat, she on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's wrong with that
The weed hold that, the blunt roll
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

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

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

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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the
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, brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say it's
But the is none of y'all gettin' money
I tried to stay humble but her ass
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
nigga Herre 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 rockin' my stilettos, box of
Before the is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

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

Show ass
your ass
Show ass
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