Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

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

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your 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 her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better 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 dress to impress though, stay clean
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to
It's the Bird Man junior, 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 wanna 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, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you, baby
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

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

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones roam
They even come on
You're far from so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the
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 can't be there all
I'm a baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take dime 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 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 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm I was groovin'
love that laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to we was doing
Laid back in that on plat Ewing's
33 weak tires, he fire
These streets papaya ma
You gotta heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I the way your 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 'coz I 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)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

So how 'bout
So how 'bout

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

fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you 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 show you the
And you can see you see and peek how you peek
And see you get
Know what I'm 'bout?