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

Yo' ass

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

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

We can, take it, to the streets dog
Everybody gon' run when the go
Like rain 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 call me, Fat Boy or Big
dawg

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

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

Yo, will the girls get when 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 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 like

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

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake 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 gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the air
So high, got me out for airplanes
When it come to this, do the damn thang

Lemme see ya getcha hands in the air
Ain't but the niggaz on the wall
Who want a brawl with the Big Ball
I think so, yo, yo

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

We got it real on all night long
Full of Patrone in my Sean John shit
Eightball, Ludacris on the 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 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 hoes just
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

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

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

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