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

Yo' ass

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

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

We can, it, straight to the streets dog
Everybody gon' run the heat go
Like rain through ya window
You know? Yo

a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, 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 when we by
(Go by)
All the hoes stop

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

Yo, I got heat like
Burn everything up in the whole
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 enough to start a fight
I don't know, but I know my flow's so
You know I'm

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

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

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake so high
(So high)
And when we by
(Go by)
All the hoes stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya getcha 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

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

We got it real on all night long
Full of Patrone in my John shit y'all
Eightball, on the same song
We keep it goin' on and on and on

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake so
(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 gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! Witcha 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 stop

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

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

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

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

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

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