Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin' Good

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

Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a
Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in
Choppa Style came from nothing, to having change
Now everybody's in my face, to look at me strange
Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright
Cause I got my change yet, and I ain't nice
And I ain't right, and I ain't chicks
But I ain't really nothing nice, I'm spitting hits
You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and
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 some hot hits, some hot
I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me
Tim Smooth, I gotta have it
And not for a career, its all for fun
And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm one

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

I got your head banging, ooh la-la-la
When I ask you who you loving, you say
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 back or your in the air
You ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care
Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it a dog
I'ma make you touch toes, sit you down and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't on y'all
If you can break me your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her
Cause Choppa's like chicken, you gotta love him
The next time you think, that you won't get served
I got your head banging, p.s. just love Choppa

- 2X]

I want a slim, woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to
A sometimes, but not a project child
But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project
And she walk like a model, she up in them streets
pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet
She don't hang with messy chickens, cause she say they sad
They already know the difference, its lust got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say bout me and 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 I'll
And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got on me
Going rounds and he gon shoot me, him up it and see
Oh, you wonder how she really got that on her chest
Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but

- 4X]