Luyện nghe bài hát Witcha Lookin' Ass (f/ Ludacris)

Yo' ass

Open my mind, look, tell me you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the
It's a dirty game, but it change me
'Cause I don't

niggaz who like to act fly
Your flows impress me, I ain't gon' lie
You know who the be, that be I

We can, it, straight to the streets dog
gon' run when the heat go
Like rain through ya big-body
You know? Yo

Wait a minute, I with the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, y'all
You can me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
dawg

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we so high
(So high)
And we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the just stop

Shit! lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs on gold
(On gold)
That's how gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the just stop
Shit! lookin' ass

Yo, I got like sunrays
everything up in the whole place
Wanna say somethin' to me, say it to my
Aye aye

Yo, will the girls get crunk I get the mic
Will the niggaz get buck enough to start a
I don't know, but I know my flow's so
You I'm right

Hold up, I'm a ghetto superstar you
Everywhere we go, know who we are, you know
You can catch a chillin' at the bar, you know
I'ma be like

Grey Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, a little waist
Wanna see if I can her to my new place
What's the

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake so
(So high)
And we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the just stop

Shit! Witcha ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
That's how them roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! Witcha ass

lookin' at
Witcha ass?
lookin' at
(Huh?)
Witcha ass?

lookin' at
(What?)
Witcha ass?
lookin' at
(Huh?)
Witcha lookin'

Whattcha at
(What?)
lookin' ass?
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
Witcha ass?

Whattcha at
(Huh? What?)
lookin' ass?
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
Witcha ass?

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the air
So high, got me out for airplanes
When it come to this, I'ma do the damn

Lemme see ya getcha in the air y'all
but the square niggaz on the wall
Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big
I think so, yo, yo

see ya put ya hands in the sky whodi
Get crunk if ya get high whodi
If you do then you know you my
I'm tell you like

We got it goin' real on all night
Full of Patrone in my Sean shit y'all
Eightball, on the same song
We keep it goin' on and on and on

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake so
(So high)
And when we by
(Go by)
All the just stop

Shit! Witcha ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
That's how them roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we so high
(So high)
And when we by
(Go by)
All the just stop

Shit! Witcha ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs on gold
(On gold)
That's how them gangstas
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! lookin' ass

Whattcha at
Witcha ass?
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
lookin' ass?

Whattcha at
(What?)
Witcha lookin'
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
lookin' ass?

Whattcha at
(What?)
Witcha ass?
lookin' at
(Huh?)
Witcha ass?

lookin' at
(Huh? What?)
Witcha ass?
lookin' at
(Huh?)
Witcha ass?

mayne, I see you over there
You and all them watchin'
Heh, witcha lookin' ass, all them hater-ass
I see you over lookin', I see you over there watchin bitch
Witcha lookin' ass, all you hoes, I see you over there
When I file the place
With them players sittin' on thangs
I see you witcha ass