Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Boo

Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a Lisa
She no have no boyfriend, she live up the freezer
chin or facial hair, she favor geezer
Although she friend recommend, certain and tease her

She tipple is Bacardi Breezer
Claim she 31 but no one her
Love restaurant with she friend Anita
You meet her, Anita's another big eater

Slipped disc for the then there's always a feature
When they run go carrying food for them two
One night she come so much she nearly have a seizure
Fall off she chair, licked she and catch amnesia

Wake up in A and E and bellows she pizza
(Give me food, ya)
quickly sign paper and release her
(One time)
Cough, police to police her
Fatty Boo you better pray nobody ya
(This time)

Be careful of the things you do
Say now you got plenty but the could be few
This is my chance to shout it in other
Say you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you, yeah

I said a long time no you start as a ripple
Every little dime, nickel, you are trouble
Watch little head, Fatty Boo
And the dog a bone that could never be for you

Nicknamed Boo but we call her Mel life
Changed forever when she channel
Now she has a mind to buy designer
She no, favor gazelle but she bounced like

Whenever she spya to die for on the fashion channel
(17 breezer, choom)
And one Tinker Bell, fatty, big like two church bell in parallel
walk and Mel never match up too well

But fatty was saucy, couldn't be
She loved margo her big nick, drifling the cold
She bolder than the skinny girls, shoulder less
(They're mine)
And admired everywhere her openness

Microphone 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2

Be of the things that you do
Say now you got plenty but the plenty be few
This is my to shout it in other avenue
Say don't you be a sinner, don't you all for you

Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a
little dime, every nickel, you are trouble
Watch you're little head, boo
And give the dog a bone that never be for you

Be careful of the things you do
Say now you've got but the plenty could be few

Yeah, I a long time no you start warm as a ripple
Watch you're little Fatty Boo
And give the dog a bone that could be for you

Be careful of the things you do
Say now you got but the plenty could be few
This is my chance to it in other avenue
Say you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you

Yeah, I a long time no you start warm as a ripple
little dime, every nickel, you are trouble
Watch little head, Fatty Boo
And give the dog a that could never be for you

Finally Boo you stood with me in '73
night playing the music at my father's party
6 on the changer often with Dan Settee
Still gram 6 years old and I'm the man

Steady with calypso to then play reggae
One thousand bolts of holts, huh, for
In the days when R&B meant Arthur
Reading, Booker T and the MG's

Every, little piece of attention as we to squeeze
From the father, his and their families
Sometime deliberately with the tune that won't please
And the whole room reaction set my young at ease

It used to be black suits and with skinny ties
And they was wise and funny and funny and
up late and playing the music
With ups was my prize
The little fat kid sparkling eyes