Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

Come on,
Come on,
on, yeah
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 playin' with me, I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at

Show-offs on the cap, her ass fat
so big she gon' 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 me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at, 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'
your ass, gon' 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'

I hops out the Jag, pocket of cash
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
Step up in the party, the Bacardi
Betta your 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
touch my ass I might have 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, mean I say
You fuck with me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my
Now

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

your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' 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 and several hoes, I'll brag
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
Give her the ball, guaranteed she 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
big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, colder than
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
the night is over I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

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

Show ass
Show ass
Show ass
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