Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

Come on,
on, yeah
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 to the beat
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I gotta hit ya
The girls me, 'cause 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 let me hit it from the back
Not she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' wrong with
The weed hold that, the roll that
And when you give me head, please hold back
Where your at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo
Now

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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
Well, I out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a
Show-off in fad, show-off the
me a Coupe 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 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
This 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 my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is over I'ma have to check hoes
Now

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

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

Show ass
Show ass
your ass
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