Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your Ass

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

me, I'm the man
You a hand 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' me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm the streets
In the bed, I'm thirty at least

on the cap, plus her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it the back
Not she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's nothin' wrong that
The weed hold that, the blunt roll
And when you give me head, please hold back
your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo
Now

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

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

I out the Jag, pocket full of cash
Wish your ho would try to jump she bad
Jeans 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 I'm feelin' kinda naughty
I'm to my left, over to my right
I head to the flo', to get this bitch hype

Niggaz in the place, all up in my
touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right 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 cannot
Get the up out my face and let me do my thang
Now

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 ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' 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, the fact
Give me a Coupe and several hoes, brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all money
I tried to stay humble but her ass
Give her the ball, guaranteed she fumble

tight denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can him
nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a ass chain
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, colder than
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of
Before the night is over probably have to check hoes
Now

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

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

Show ass
Show ass
Show ass
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