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

Yo' ass

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

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

We can, it, straight to the streets dog
Everybody gon' run the heat go
Like rain through ya window
You didn't Yo

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

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake so high
(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)
That's how gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

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

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

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

Fulla Goose, all in a chick 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 just

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya put ya in the sky whodi
Get if ya wanna 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 John shit
Eightball, Ludacris on the song
We gonna keep it 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 hoes stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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