Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll
(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'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 is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my wait 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 though, gotta stay clean
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you I live to be fly to death
It's the Man junior, sincerely yours
it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
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 with F, baby)
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 spend the rest of my night with you,
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

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

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

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 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 with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh
But get back to what we was doing
back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he
These ain't 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 love the way your jeans in your hip
And you kinda mean how you strut 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)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw 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 you?
So how you?

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

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