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

Yo' ass

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

Hollywood who like to act fly
Your don't impress me, I ain't gon' lie
You know who the best be, be I

We can, take it, straight to the dog
Everybody run when the heat go
Like rain through ya window
You know? Yo

Wait a minute, I roll with the dog J-Core
Ways, P-Tab 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 Ca-price on
(On gold)
That's how them gangstas
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

Yo, I got heat like
Burn up in the whole place
say somethin' to me, say it to my face
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 superstar you know
Everywhere we go, they know who we are, you
You can catch a chillin' at the bar, you know
I'ma be like

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

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we so high
(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 just
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

Whattcha at
(What?)
Witcha lookin'
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
lookin' 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 lookin' out for
When it to this, I'ma do the damn thang

Lemme see ya getcha in the air y'all
Ain't but the square niggaz on the
Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big
I don't so, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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