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 game, but it won't change me
I don't like

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

We can, take it, straight to the dog
Everybody gon' run when the go
Like rain through ya big-body
You didn't Yo

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

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

Yo, I got heat sunrays
Burn everything up in the whole
Wanna say somethin' to me, say it to my
Aye aye

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

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

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a chick
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)
why we stake so high
(So high)
And we ridin' 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 stop
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

Whattcha at
(Huh? What?)
Witcha ass?
lookin' 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 niggaz on the wall
Who want a lyrical brawl the Big Ball
I think so, yo, yo

see ya put ya hands in the sky whodi
Get crunk if ya wanna get high
If you do then you know you my
I'm tell you 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 when we by
(Go by)
All the hoes 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! 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! 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 lookin'
lookin' at
(Huh?)
Witcha lookin'

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

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

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

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