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

Yo' ass

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

Hollywood niggaz who to act fly
flows don't impress 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 the heat go
Like rain through ya big-body
You didn't Yo

Wait a minute, I roll the slab dog J-Core
Ways, P-Tab 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! Witcha ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
That's how gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes just
Shit! Witcha ass

Yo, I got like sunrays
Burn 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 niggaz get enough to start a fight
I don't know, but I my flow's so tight
You know I'm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 hands in the air
Ain't but the niggaz on the wall
Who want a lyrical with the Big Ball
I don't so, yo, yo

Lemme see ya put ya hands in the sky
Get crunk if ya wanna get high
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 John shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the song
We keep 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! lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
That's how them gangstas
(We roll)
All the just stop
Shit! Witcha ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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