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 game, but it won't change me
'Cause I like

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

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

Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog
Eight Ways, y'all
You can me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
dawg

Shit! lookin' 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 gangstas
(We roll)
All the hoes just
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, the girls get crunk when I get the mic
Will the get buck enough to start a fight
I don't know, but I know my so tight
You know I'm

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

Fulla Grey Goose, all in a face
Pretty face, big hips, a little waist
Wanna see if I can take her to my new
the deal

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we so high
(So high)
And we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the just stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya hands in the air y'all
but the square niggaz on the wall
Who want a lyrical brawl 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 goin' on all night long
Full of in my Sean John shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the song
We gonna it goin' on and on and on

Shit! lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
why we stake so high
(So high)
And we ridin' 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

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

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

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

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

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

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