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 couple of
on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, that's you can be
playin' with me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' at least

Show-offs on the cap, 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 wrong with that
The weed hold that, the roll that
And you give me head, please don't hold back
Where your eyes at, the Kodak
And when I'm finished, you comin' it's yo pack
Now

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

I hops out the Jag, full of cash
Wish your ho try to jump 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 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

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

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the
You can by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, the fact
Give me a and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, say it's country
But the truth is of y'all gettin' money
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
nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a ass chain
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 probably have to hoes
Now

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

Show ass
your ass
Show ass
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