Books are immortal sons deifying their sires.

Plato

Bạn cần đăng nhập để download eBook.
 
 
 
 
U Got a Problem?
Sáng tác:
Warning: Invalid argument supplied for foreach() in /var/www/pghtml/web/motsach/lyrics/lyrics_content_body.php on line 26
Ca sĩ: Ludacris
Lời nhạc Ludacris: epub ePub PDF A4A4   PDF A5A5   PDF A6A6  
 
Yeah come see this *****
Come see this ol' light-skinned ************
I seen him and I'm addicted
He serving a piece of the click
Please tell dis fake *** *****s who you are
 
[Ludacris]
I be that ***** named Luda'
Alert Alert it's the ATLlien intruder
College Park waterboy, spitting in ya cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me Slick **** Da Ruler
Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed
Bowl closed, come out them clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the po-po
And I chose, to be that number one contender, Southern offender
****ing up ya whole Agenda
When I walk you try to run
When I run you try to hide
You skated the snap of my finger
Call me Golden Gley
It's you and I, Do or Die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats think I'm sly
Why try, you one of them *****s that like to cheat death
And I'm one of them *****s that rip up Excursions
Til there is no seats left
You **** out weed checks and fart out deep breaths
While we talk dirt till the bottom of ya'll v-necks
 
Who, that ***** Chris?
Oh that ***** is alright
That ***** can't **** wit me thou
Let me get on the mic
*****, who the **** called you *****
 
[Ludacris]
I be dat ***** bronze Bridges
Players want to ball or go on strike cause of my pitches
They think I want they *****es
But I don't want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my dishes
And ya'll don't want no scrubs till ya'll pull out ya'll extensions
Ya'll in school detention that'll neva come out
Man I'll catch yo achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
Cause we da **** in the South, they know what I'm talkin bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
For I swerl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to +War+ wit dis +Games+
These ***** *****z is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and plain man
Three W Dot Shhhh
(Man dat dude Ludacris got dat hotter than hot shhh)
Well sh-sh-sh-shut da **** up
Before you get see you-see you-cut-cut da **** up
 
-Hold on man
Hold on lil buddy
Ya'll talkin bout shorty man
Shorty up at da radio station?
Shorty be poppin man?
Let the name be known
Who ya'll talkin bout
 
[Ludacris]
I be that ***** that love a lover
I'm asking if you think bout yo parents sex each other
No glove, no love, better tell yo **** to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be safe from a few rubbers
If you know what I mean
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backing they *** up now they 400 degrees Ha
Hot girl, trying to give to *****z up on the block girl
Have you screaming "STOP GIRL"
I rock worlds with my 9 inch Louisville slugger
Still wonder why they call me lova lova
Self Explainatruim
*** Valedictorian
I bring 'em back to the future like a '85 Delorium
The Luda drug emporium
On the counter prescription
You like my diction
And my Doctor nurse convention
I put the stethoscope quite close to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks Red-man like Uncle Quilly
 
[Ludacris]
See me, see me ha ha ha
See E O
D T P
Infamous 2-0
Fate Forsta
4-ize
Shondrez on the beat
Playa circle
College park
Virgo *****, what what