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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Six pack my belly hole, it's tight
You ain't gotta me so
So Def is the way I flow
Made to blow, the road
Unfadable, to save your hoe

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

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

have a nigga yawning
When they up with the shorty
Weed as strong as me
Gotta be the type
I it every minute when he charmin' me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never leave the without weed and a glock
Even got to the spot to drop the PO Box
And in the when he find his underwear
I a fresh do rag in his hair

Where my rag soldiers that
Love to the dough stack
leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm for

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

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

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

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