Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take 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 you roll 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 your bitch give her back, take your again
because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she 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 don't lie, I
I'm the one who that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I to be fly to death
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll with 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, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see that
Tattoo there, like I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who
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 ridin' where phones roam
They even come on
far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a
I ain't got no blinds, we can at the morning, yup
But I can't be all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

I, I'm way more fly 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)
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 you? So how 'bout you?)

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

Naw hun 'coz you exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll 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 clean and you lick lips
But I can't for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I "I stick 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)
take your 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 roll too
(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 'bout you? So how you?)

So how you?
So how you?

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

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