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

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

Where my rag wearing that
to watch 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
When it's to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's I'm looking for

Where my wearing thugs who
Claim 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 what I'm for

I get high, get
I a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit the pussy
'Til it get and fine
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 a climax
Make sure you a phat sack for Brat
Till you back for more

Six pack surrounding my hole, it's tight
You ain't tell me so
So Def is the way that I
to blow, pave the road
Unfadable, capable to save hoe

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

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

Never a nigga yawning
When they keep up with the
pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball-all-night
I like it every minute he charmin' me

my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough
Never the house without their strap
That's I'm looking for

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

Where my wearing thugs who
Claim don't love 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
That's I'm looking for

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

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

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

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

my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough
Never leave the house without strap
That's I'm looking for

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

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

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

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