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

Yo' ass

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

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

We can, take it, straight to the dog
gon' run when the heat go
Like through ya big-body window
You didn't Yo

Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog
Eight Ways, y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big
dawg

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake so high
(So high)
And when we by
(Go by)
All the hoes just

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

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

Yo, will the get crunk when I get the mic
Will the niggaz get buck enough to a fight
I know, but I know my flow's so tight
You know I'm

up, I'm a ghetto superstar you know
Everywhere we go, they know who we are, you
You can catch a player at the bar, you know
I'ma be whoa

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a face
face, big hips, with a little waist
Wanna see if I can take her to my new
the deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

see ya put ya hands in the air mayne
So high, got me lookin' out for
When it to this, I'ma do the damn thang

Lemme see ya getcha hands in the air
Ain't but the square on the wall
Who want a lyrical with the Big Ball
I think so, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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