Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Bubba

It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard
Let's take it back, where the Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to you down on twelve-pack
Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin'
Where my cats think you me at?
Alla y'all, and when we earn
finally let the dish and the pan
Hit us all with cash
Let me get to Virginia, up with Timbaland

Now I'm they ass
Now callin' me the Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like,
And there is one to understand
Y'all know it is and Petey is the one I am
Spit what I spit 'cause I don't give a
Spin like just like y'all spin at the in blue drawers
On some durag, it's to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin'
Hey

Hey, baby
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, bubba
We lost the selector
Hey, bubba
If y'all it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun shot men

Check me out in my black dippin' on that man, who that be?
Timbaland, now haters get at me
because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
We care though, nigga we just three fly guys
All up in your mall pickin' all your local broads
Holla, if you wanna get into a brawl
We the in-timidators, y'all
By our bling ring ring and I can't debate it

Low hittin' on switches
As we by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, up
For the cool amigos with in the gut
What y'all know about Southern girls with them big butts?
What y'all know them buckshots bustin from a truck?
Yeah, yeah, that's Southern hospitality
The come of the me, the of the Pete
The of the 'goo, the come of the G

Hey, bubba
If y'all feel it let me you say
Hey, baby
We lost the selector
Hey, bubba
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun shot men

Mag, spit it 'til I die
You with your label kissin' ass like a sucker
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house watchin' the news
Do my when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and some Vodafone
N-Y to floater while I'm humpin' daughter
Stayin' in the quarter and listen to Juvenile
I like that shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm man

South ain't fuckin' playin', check them
This week got OutKast and No in Eightball
Scarface, and Goodie Mob, uh
We do it country 'cause we proud of shit
All those that wanna hate on can eat a dick
I ain't a and I ain't tryna be
They tryna my love man and it bothered me

Hey, baby
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
We the music selector
Hey, bubba
If feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun men forward

Hey, bubba
If y'all feel it let me you say
Hey, baby
We lost the music
Hey, bubba
If y'all feel it let me you say
Hey, baby
Well, he me in my van
The gun shot men