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 change me
I don't like

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

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

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

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake 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 hoes stop
Shit! Witcha ass

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

Yo, the girls get crunk when I get the mic
Will the niggaz get buck enough to a fight
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 know who we are, you
You can catch a player at the bar, you know
be like whoa

Fulla Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, with a little
Wanna see if I can take her to my new
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 hoes just

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got it goin' real on all night
Full of Patrone in my Sean shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the same
We gonna it goin' 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 Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
That's how gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the just stop
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah mayne, I see you there
You and all motherfuckers watchin'
Heh, lookin' ass, all them hater-ass niggaz
I see you over there lookin', I see you over there 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 lookin' ass