Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Talkin' 'bout

Uh oh
Ha ha,
Uh oh,
Uh oh

Told

it out

I'm the Lil' Man, join the Timbaland
People walkin' sayin' to they self, "Damn"
People can't who the fuck who I am
I'm the VCR tech they call bad

People don't know what they gonna see
They might see Timbaland Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet the group called Beck
Or in the studio gettin', gettin' sex

I'm the ill nigga that loves Chips
where you at?
Here I go boy, I got yo' back a Tec 9
You see them creepin', what?

I thought you knew, I you so
Never, step over my toe
I got that nigga the V
Static, you at?

Here I go, if ya in a 'lac, then turn that shit up
If ya chillin' at the club, then the party up
And if you got shove, let it bump,
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in

Nigga, my momma taught me that, sneak me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I for dirty rats
See I'm wise like the and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be them beats, Timbaland

What cha talkin'
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

What cha talkin'
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

Play that guitar, man, eh and
That shit is tight a bowl of crisps
Listen to the that I spit
Makin' ya

It's the Lil' Man it down
Got all my females around
It's that little that's makin' ya tickle
on Timbaland and gimme some of that liquor

Are you
Yes, I'm
Are you
Yes, I'm
Do you wanna see the get chump?
Yes, I

ain't nuthin' but a party
Say
the party
Where ya
Hearty, I gotta make my way to the crib

I I was on probation
that shit is real
But ain't nuthin' gon' to me
Magoo, it baby

Ha, ha, yeah, one again from VA
Yes, southern representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex I'm sensitive
All my competition stop for my demise
'Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the

Get between some thighs and fuck I'm stuck
Order the course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
How da fuck you payin' a bitch to fuck?
If a bitch want money for me, for luck

Only I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin' freaky in stitches 'cuz hoe's be envious
Me and still friends and will continuous

Oh, what a web we weave I achieved
To fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them seen
Possible, if you got game blaze a zing
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with my name

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B

What cha 'bout?
you sayin' to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

is how we do it
We make it ride on
liquid fluid

is how we do
We make it on through
Like liquid fluid,

Me and my
I know you hear you little airplanes around
Yeah, have a people lookin' forward to this
Now we be out for the '98

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

What cha 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
Let's a party, B

cha talkin' 'bout?
What you to me?
Why you at me?
have a party, B