Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

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 with F, baby)
Let me be the one that you into
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll take bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is and yellow like Michigan
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 lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from 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 roll 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, baby
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you go do that?
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 bunch of yayo buyers,
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the wires

Cut your telephone off, we where phones don't roam
They don't come on
You're far from so leave it alone
You creepin' with the of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your in a pony
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 take your dime 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 too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, 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 that laid back fresh music
But let's get to what we was doing
Laid in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 tires, he fire
These streets ain't ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick 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 more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(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 you? So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

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

Just with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
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 you see and peek how you peek
And see you get
Know what I'm 'bout?