Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
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 like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
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 nothin' with that
The weed that, the blunt roll that
And when you give me head, please hold back
Where your at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you it's yo pack
Now

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

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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, show-off the
Give me a and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say it's
But the truth is none of y'all gettin'
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 wit' a fake ass
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, colder December
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma probably to check hoes
Now

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

your ass
Show ass
your ass
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