Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

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

I'll your bitch give 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 that my wrist is blue and like Michigan
She say she her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her dick, me
I'm her distance pimp
When I my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though, 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, it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna wake up 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 to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

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

Cut your telephone off, we where phones don't roam
They don't come on
You're far from home so it alone
You creepin' with the of the throne
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 baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take 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 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 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm sorry I was
Gotta love that back mannie fresh music
But let's get to what we was doing
Laid back in that on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he
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 trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you your lips
But I fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I to my money, that's 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 wanna all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(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 'bout you? So how you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

Just fuck with your boy and 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 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?