Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

(*talking*)
What's up, ah ha, on
Choppa Style. Jahbo, Will
On the track on

Ooh girl you looking good, lil Choppa a holla
Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in
Choppa Style came nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, wanting to at me strange
Now I ain't got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
Cause I ain't got my yet, and I ain't nice
And I ain't right, and I ain't chicks
But I ain't nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
You this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward
And if you like the way it sound, go to the and sco' it
You see me, I'm low key, cause I got
And Choppa style dropping nothing but hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, I'm living lavage, call me Choppa
Tim Smooth, cause I gotta it
And not for a career, its all for fun
And I'm not St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one

[Chorus: - 2X]
Girl you good, come and ride with me
Hop in my 6 you nice, in them Prada jeans
So won't you drop it, bend it over, touch your for me
Bend it, make that booty wiggle out for me

I got head board banging, ooh la-la-la
I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop
I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking twat
Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, I ain't gonna stop
You say you wanna get wobble, so I'm gon find you
You say you wanna hot boy, with a
How you like it, from the or your legs in the air
You could ride it, you dodge it girl, I just don't care
I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog
I'ma make you touch toes, sit you down and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on
If you can me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
I a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
The next you think, that you won't get served proper
I got your head banging, p.s. just love Choppa

- 2X]

I want a slim, fine woman, who as as the (what)
ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck
A attitude sometimes, but not a child
But if needed to bend some piece, she acting style
And she walk like a model, she up in them streets
Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada on her feet
She don't hang with chickens, cause she say that they sad
They already know the difference, its they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say me and them broads
She never from the jump, though her head is hard
If she tell me she gon me, so my heart ain't gon stop
I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman watch
And oh, your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
Going and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
Oh, you how she really got that mark on her chest
Ask your girl, she'll tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess

- 4X]