Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

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

I'll take your bitch her back, take your bitch again
That's because you a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it better her distant dick, me
I'm her distance pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to
It's the Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it it whores
Jazze,

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

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

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

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wake 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 of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

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

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

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night 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, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

See what I'm bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta Linda Cohn
Know what I'm 'bout?
You gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak baby
'Coz I got sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a
What you me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's
Know what I'm 'bout?
See I give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you
And see you get
Know what I'm 'bout?