Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll into
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw 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 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 is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she her man, she misses him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that vest to a dress dough
dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to
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)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll 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 go do that?
I can see that
Tattoo right there, like I can't that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way flyer
Have you hangin' a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone

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

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

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

Naw hun 'coz you exempt
If your ass ever trip, give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your suck in your hip
And you walk mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 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 fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

See what I'm talking bout heart
You ain't even gotta 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 what I'm talkin'
You ain't gotta have the staff of
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports
'Coz I got game

fuck 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 you the game
And you can see you see and peek how you peek
And see you get
what I'm talking 'bout?