Luyện nghe bài hát Move Bitch

Here we come hoe, here we
we come hoe, here we come
Here we come hoe, we come
Here we come hoe, here we

Here we hoe, here we come
Here we come hoe, we come
Here we hoe, here we come

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a page in editorial
When watch yo back go front [Incomprehensible]

Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China

Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to it
no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, two off for the chef

'Cause I them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when

Oh, there she go, old bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, out to lick
And when shit is gettin' thick, out the door she
She straight slick, but I'm slicker than bitch gon' get

So now bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just stank hoe
Trickin' on the flo', lookin' kinda slutty though
I'm all my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo

And everywhere I go, it's the old shit
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch this now

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul
Slap the fuck out of and all y'all
I done seen niggaz fall, I seen niggaz ball
I done seen big shake with lil' bitty drawz

And uh, the other day bitch got smacked in the jaw
I seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw
I'm in it too deep, I could come flaw
If ya talkin' bout pistol my nigga you better draw

Okay, always sayin' that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come

What's up what's up?
Time to get crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes shit about this lady
Why you tryin' to me baby, I'm the shit, you can't fade me

Now look done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise, makin' moves the fuckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but increase to bigger figures

don't play with the muthafuckin', don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say,

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

We comin' through the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin' bitch
Droppin' bows nothin' wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose

Didn't we yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted in two bricks
So get yo and dip hoe
'Cause a gone off that Quevo

Why you still yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you with
We'll leave you dead in a fuckin'
we runnin' with the Three Triple Six

And them guns for young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a
All my niggaz Fed time
leave yo belly filled with that iron

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

I'm lookin' for them big butts, nothin' but them quick
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp, probably let her my lap
Made playaz from the Tenn, bitch I'm on the map

I'm the kinda nigga push a 450 hoe
the strip, Hennessey I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my horn, can record, make a porn movie
Don't be with this nigga Juicy, ready to [Incomprehensible]

What y'all know to be part of this, you be on some heartless shit
And whether it's legal or dirty, ball regardless trick
And I give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don't none of you know about this order shit

Chyna Whyte I live street life
And I ain't gon' be happy I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that heater tight
And I'm tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life, ya heard me?

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe
bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck shit, get out the way hoe

I might not be the nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck?"
saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With Rollies and the [Incomprehensible] they be wonderin'
"Who are y'all?"

We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we stars
My enterage spendin' no than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm liein'
Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or