Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I'm Looking For

Hey JD, why you be oh, oh
Is that like shit?
You just like in and so people say
"Oh shit, him"
Bounce to this, on

Where my rag wearing soldiers
Love to the dough stack
Never leave the without their strap
That's what I'm for

They know just what a need
Keep a big roll and a bag of weed
it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's I'm looking for

Where my Rolley thugs who
they don't love you
But any time you want something done, do it
That's what I'm for

The type
Frontin', screamin', thug
That's the type of nigga I
That's I'm looking for

I get high, get
I like a in my life to get by
why I spit shine the pussy
'Til it get tight and
He push me to the other side
If he act right he could hit it behind
We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a
Make sure you leave a phat for Brat
Till you come back for

Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's
You gotta tell me so
So Def is the way that I
to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save hoe

Wherever I go, stack
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't
If it's to lick of shots he don't choke
know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low

For the stopper, this for the know nadas
Shit get mo' hotter, holla my name
follow me when I drivin' the range
And wait for me to performing backstage

Never have a yawning
they keep up with the shorty
Weed as strong as me
be the ball-all-night type
I it every minute when he charmin' me

Where my rag wearing that
Love to watch the stack
Never the house without their strap
That's what I'm for

They just what a woman need
Keep a big bank and a bag of weed
it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's what I'm for

Where my wearing thugs who
Claim they don't you
But any you want something done, they do it
what I'm looking for

The ball-all-night
Frontin', screamin', life
That's the type of I like
That's what I'm for

Stretch out your arms, flip out wrists
Let me see to hit for
I'm fixing to if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem thangs for your to rock
we stepping in the door we killing em
Let the heads know we ain't them
Or affiliated them

I glisten and glow, 38 go pop
Niggas that wanna show off, don't stop
My soldier's not that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for
And million dollar deals for Brat
And pay of the bills for Brat
And just chill for

Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back?
Need to know how to surround a bitch with
Get down, bitches, if he feel me, now
I afford to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out need big clout
crowd my space if we dip out
Running with some other face he don't trip out

Never leave the house weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to the PO Box
And in the when he find his underwear
I keep a do rag in his hair

Where my rag soldiers that
Love to watch the dough
Never leave the house their strap
That's what I'm for

They know just what a woman
Keep a big bank and a bag of weed
When it's to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's I'm looking for

my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they love you
But any you want something done, they do it
That's I'm looking for

The type
Frontin', screamin', life
That's the of nigga I like
That's I'm looking for

That's what I'm for
That's I'm looking for
That's I'm looking for
That's I'm looking for