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

Yo' ass

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

Hollywood niggaz who to act fly
Your flows don't 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 ya big-body window
You didn't Yo

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

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)
how them gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! lookin' 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 enough to start a fight
I don't know, but I know my so tight
You I'm right

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

Fulla Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, with a 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 just stop

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya put ya in the air mayne
So high, got me lookin' out for
it come 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 brawl with the Big Ball
I think 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 you like this

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

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 on gold
(On gold)
how them gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the just stop
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

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

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

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