Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

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
(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 her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see my wrist 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 wait for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, you expect? I live to be fly to death
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wake 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, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

Now why you go do that?
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
'Coz I'm way flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' phones don't roam
They don't come on
You're far from home so leave it
You creepin' with the king of the
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a
I got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I be there 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 spend all night me
(She wanna up with Weezy 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 spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout 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 black on plat
That's 33 tires, he fire
streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

Naw hun 'coz you exempt
If your ass trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda and you lick your lips
But I fall for you 'coz 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)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna 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, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how 'bout

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

Just fuck with 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 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 talking