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 who like to act fly
Your flows don't 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 when the go
Like rain through ya big-body
You didn't Yo

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

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

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

Yo, will the girls get crunk I get the mic
Will the niggaz get buck to start 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, know who we are, you know
You can a player 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 her to my new place
What's the

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

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

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

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 hands in the air y'all
Ain't but the square niggaz on the
Who want a lyrical with the Big Ball
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 you know you my whodi
I'm tell you this

We got it goin' on all night long
Full of Patrone in my John shit y'all
Eightball, on the same song
We keep it goin' 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 hoes just

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

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

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

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

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

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