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

Yo' ass

Open my mind, look, tell me you see
Hurt, pain, I gained from 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 ain't lie
You know who the best be, be I

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

Wait a minute, I roll the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, y'all
You can me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever

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

Yo, I got heat sunrays
Burn everything up in the place
Wanna say to me, say it to my face
Aye aye

Yo, will the girls get when I get the mic
the niggaz get buck 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 a player chillin' at the bar, you know
be like whoa

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a chick
Pretty face, big hips, with a little
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
lookin' ass?
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
lookin' ass?

Whattcha at
(What?)
lookin' 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?

see ya put ya hands in the air mayne
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 lyrical brawl the Big Ball
I don't so, yo, yo

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

We got it real on all night long
of Patrone in my Sean John shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the same
We gonna it goin' on and on and on

Shit! Witcha ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake so
(So high)
And we ridin' 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! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake so
(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 them roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! lookin' ass

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

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

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

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

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