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 dirty game, but it change me
I don't like

Hollywood who like 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 the heat go
Like rain ya big-body window
You didn't Yo

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

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)
how them gangstas roll
(We roll)
All the hoes stop
Shit! Witcha ass

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

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

Grey Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, a little waist
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 just stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lemme see ya hands in the air y'all
Ain't but the square on the wall
Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big
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 you know you my whodi
I'm tell you like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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