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

Yo' ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a face
Pretty face, big hips, a little waist
Wanna see if I can her to my new place
the deal

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

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

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

Whattcha 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 out for airplanes
When it 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 brawl with the Big
I don't so, yo, yo

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

We got it goin' real on all long
of Patrone in my Sean John shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the same
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 hoes just

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

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

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

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

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

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

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