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 around sayin' to they self, "Damn"
People can't who the fuck who I am
I'm like the VCR tech call bad

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

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

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

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

Nigga, my momma taught me that, can't me from the back
So I found her chasing cheese, so I for dirty rats
See I'm wise the guys and smart like the streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be them beats, Timbaland

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

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

What cha talkin'
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

Play that guitar, man, eh and
shit is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I
ya sick

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

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

This nuthin' but a party
Say
After the
ya goin'?
Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the

I forgot I was on
that shit is real
But nuthin' gon' happen to me
Magoo, it baby

Ha, ha, yeah, one more again VA
Yes, your southern
Keep two in my Lex 'cuz I'm sensitive
All my competition wishin' for my demise
'Cuz I'm hard like my dick, ever be on the rise

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

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

Oh, a web we weave when I achieved
To fuck the baddest you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if you got game they blaze a
Pockets of rubbers, bitches go rump just my name

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

What cha 'bout?
What you 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?
Let's a party, B

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

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

Me and my
I know you you little airplanes flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple 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 talkin'
you sayin' 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

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