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 who the best be, that be I

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

Wait a minute, I roll with the dog J-Core
Eight Ways, y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big
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 'lacs on gold
(On gold)
That's how gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

Yo, I got heat like
everything up in the whole place
Wanna say 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 know, but I know my flow's so tight
You I'm right

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

Grey Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, with a little
Wanna see if I can her to my new place
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! Witcha 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

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

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

Whattcha at
(What?)
Witcha ass?
Whattcha at
(Huh?)
lookin' 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 out for airplanes
it come to this, I'ma do the damn thang

Lemme see ya getcha in the air y'all
Ain't but the square niggaz on the
Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big
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 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! 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 Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
how them gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! Witcha ass

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah mayne, I see you there
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 there
When I file through the
With them players on them thangs
I see you lookin' ass