Luyện nghe bài hát Make That Shit Work

I lay the down
I'ma a whole house on that ass, I swear
Tell her its time
Cause I'm from Tallahassee and you we get nasty out here
Now when we swervin' in the [?], you know we makin' it
You almost made me this jack on this ten dollar shirt
Shawty, tell me when you and your friend get out of
Cause all these bitches just pretending to twerk

[Pre-Hook:
about to unload on a bitch
let me see you get low a bit
Drink wine get low on the hips (too fast)
Take it on the dick

T-Pain & Juicy J]
Now when I walk up in this bitch you know I'm it work
How you fit all that in that skirt?
I'm whippin' on that ass like I'm this hurt
Waterguns, I be it squirt
up in this bitch you better make that shit work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better that shit work
And when you hop up on a dick you better make that work Make that shit work, make that shit work (x2)
Hop up on a you better make that shit work
I'm throwin' hundreds in your face you better make shit work

1: T-Pain]
Her booty
Tryin' to describe it but my crew just believe me
And if she ain't workin' for the
Im'a stuck it on the side like a TV
I'ma beast I do this shit in reality
If she fuck with me she with bestiality nigga
I got her working, got her working, losing nigga
She don't fuck with you cause she that your swag ain't official
Hundred at a time
Drop that on a dime
Make it clap to the
bap wind chime

[Pre-Hook:
about to unload on a bitch
let me see you get low a bit
Drink wine get low on the hips (too fast)
it slow on the dick

[Verse 2: J]
God shawty where you get that ass at
Make a nigga hit it twice had to
Hit it times, she in love with it
Shawty that ass up, made me come get it
You are my thing, I end the please
ass niggas can't hang with a G
Ass and titties what your boy came to see
The ain't got enough change for me
And you know I'm off a pill not that Tylenol
If the bitch eatin' dick she might as well starve
Shoot movies in the bed, she gon' her part
Cause when it come to givin' brain she gon' play it
We doin' George Washington's, fives and them tens
Twenties, fifties, color money
that bread tell her momma she gon' be your best friend
But that bitch ain't in love she tryin' to get them M's

T-Pain]
Im'a about to unload on a
let me see you get low a bit
Drink wine get low on the hips (too fast)
it slow on the dick