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

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

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you I live to be fly to death
It's the Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it
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)
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 spend the rest of my night with you,
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

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

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

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your 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, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

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

Naw hun 'coz you exempt
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 kinda clean 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, that's 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 wake up with Weezy 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 spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how 'bout

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

Just fuck with your boy and get you a jersey
you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's girl, that's right
what I'm talking '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 talking