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

Yo' ass

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

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

We can, take it, to the streets dog
Everybody run when the heat go
Like through ya big-body window
You didn't Yo

Wait a minute, I roll with the dog J-Core
Ways, P-Tab y'all
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 hoes just

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

Yo, I got heat like
Burn up in the whole place
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 know my so tight
You I'm right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the air
So high, got me lookin' out for
When it come to this, I'ma do the 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 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
Full of Patrone in my Sean John y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the song
We gonna keep it on and on and on

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake so high
(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 them roll
(We roll)
All the just stop
Shit! Witcha ass

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 gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

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

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

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

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

Yeah mayne, I see you there
You and all motherfuckers watchin'
Heh, witcha lookin' ass, all 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
With them players sittin' on them
I see you lookin' ass