Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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, in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, somethin' you can be
Keep with me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 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 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 back
your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo
Now

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

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

I hops out the Jag, pocket full of
Wish your ho would try to jump she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, fittin' right
The way I feel my ass the ballers blow they cash
Step up in the party, sippin' the
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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, in the back
You can by the way I made '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 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
nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass
big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder December
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably have to check
Now

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

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

your ass
Show ass
your ass
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