Luyện nghe bài hát Them Jeans

Girl what's yo sign, I up right on time
She don't fuck with broke niggas, you sit on the
Back that ass up, put that in rewind
I wanna see what's in those jeans like Ginuwine
What's in jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, in them jeans
Can you make that booty bounce trampolines
Boing,
What's in them jeans, in them jeans
What's in them jeans, in them jeans
All my pretty girls green gang
What's in jeans

boys always talking 'bout
How many hoes they fuck, how bitches they got
What we really wanna know how coins you got
If you talking your rap how many songs you got
for my bitches, all my bad bitches
Only if you and after your riches
She a old lady, got a young in the corner
Young nigga hit it right, I smoke that good
She will have you in the club man, want her
I think I like her persona, Victoria's aroma
Late night at the took her home and I boned her
She up in a Corolla, got her drunk off Coronas
colder than polar, I'm hot like the solar
She talkin' more than Oprah, make it clap like
It's the time you seen her and she act like the know you
That's her motive, she bust it open
So I had to ask her

Girl what's yo sign, I pull up on time
She don't fuck with niggas, you sit on the sideline
Back that ass up, put booty in rewind
I just wanna see what's in those like Ginuwine
What's in jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, in them jeans
Can you make that booty like trampolines
Boing,
in them jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in jeans, what's in them jeans
All my pretty girls pretty gang
What's in jeans

Asked her what's her sign, she told me
I told her girl you lying, that's the same sign as
Well anyway, never mind, back to the subject, you
I'm tryina see if there's some more in them jeans, Ginuwine
And she don't like broke boys, fuck boys ain't making no
Walk around with a chain Floyd
She looking at me gorgeous
Pinky the size of orbit
Broke boys afford it, look at my pockets on orbit
I'm a free man no
Me and you can go to my mansion, it got 6
Hop in the lemon, the top like the headless horse
Telling me stories of her and her broke boy
I can care less baby that ain't important

I like how them jeans so tight show your panties (I like it)
Walk in, run the club got broke boys panic (They fightin')
When she in public, people turn to a manikin (Silence)
She turned the whole club, call the ambulance!

Girl what's yo sign, I pull up right on
She don't fuck with niggas, you sit on the sideline
Back that ass up, put that in rewind
I just wanna see in those jeans like Ginuwine
What's in jeans, what's in them jeans
What's in them jeans, what's in jeans
Can you make that booty bounce trampolines
Boing,
What's in them jeans, what's in them
What's in them jeans, what's in them
All my girls green pretty gang
in them jeans