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

Yo' ass

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

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

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

Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog
Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever

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

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

Yo, will the get crunk when I get the mic
Will the get buck enough to start a fight
I know, but I know my flow's so tight
You know I'm

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

Fulla Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, with a waist
see if I can take her to my new place
What's the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya hands in the air y'all
Ain't but the niggaz on the wall
Who want a brawl with the Big Ball
I think 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 you like this

We got it goin' real on all night
Full of Patrone in my Sean John shit
Eightball, Ludacris on the same
We gonna it goin' 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! Witcha 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 so high
(So high)
And we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just

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

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

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

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

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

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