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

Yo' ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I got heat like
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 start a
I don't know, but I my flow's so tight
You I'm right

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

Grey Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, a little waist
see if I can take her to my new place
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 hoes stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got it goin' on all night long
Full of Patrone in my Sean John y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the song
We gonna keep it on and on and on

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

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 'lacs Ca-price on
(On gold)
That's how them gangstas
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! lookin' ass

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

Whattcha at
(What?)
Witcha lookin'
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 lookin'

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