Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, your bitch again
That's because you a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like
She say she her man, she misses him
But do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, yours
it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you,
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see that
Tattoo right there, like I can't view
Girl, that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't
They don't come on
You're far home so leave it alone
You creepin' the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your in a pony
I got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to we was doing
Laid back in black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 tires, he fire
streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun 'coz you exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you with a dip
And you talk kinda and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, life to me
honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how you?

See what I'm talking bout sweet
You ain't gotta have John Madden
You gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda
Know what I'm talkin'
You ain't gotta have the of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to sports baby
I got game sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a
you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, right
Know I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can you the game
And you can see what you see and how you peek
And see you get
Know I'm talking 'bout?