Luyện nghe bài hát I'm In Love With A Chonga

Ey, ain't them Chongalicious Girls right there?
Yo, they look like 'em!
Dayam!
Ey, mami, come here right quick, here right quick!
Nah, nah, nah, I think speak Spanish, dawg.
Oh, you right, dawg!
Ey, ben-aki! Ben-aki!
"Ben ac!"
Oh yeah! Ben ac! Ben ac!
Yo, are real, though, ma?
Let me to you right quick.

See, I met her on YouTube, at a video with her friend, ooh yeah.
I saw you, (I saw you, girl)
Jumpin' up in the car, doin' herr.
See, we met them at the court,
cheese out they teeth con un plastic fork.
Damn, look fine,
starin' at me from the corner they eyes eyes(they eyes)
We what we doin'
Everytime we walk, we jiggle our booties, he he he he
And if you be my mesh,
you take me to la movies (la movies)

He in love wit a
He starin', he lookin', he
In know in his that he like me
She and she ghetto, she crazy,
But I care cuz that's my baby.
He said, "Mami, what's the
Got a metro, I could waste my minutes,
Got patus,
be tupac, and biggie too.
So we ask them they job is,
when they told us they are hustlers,
they hot chips, yeah, and quarter juice.
Can't the hot sausage and snickers too (snickers too)

stains on his doo rag,
Drippin' down from his neck to his back, yeah
And when we spanglish,
we make them go crazy(ay, papi!)
He in wit a chonga
boy say he want me so badly,
but my home girl be hatin'get B!)
no guesses, the sharpie,
The be hatin' cuz she fine!
See, she him notes in class
but he can't read it cuz it look like scratch.
But it nice(uh-huh)
Highlight it with the on the Is (girly Is)
Cllate!

I said, "Papi, I'm yo wifey!
Ride or die con la mashie Nike's,
I try to get fit,
but my papi says he mi thick, yeah he he he he
And we get mad at them,
we be throwin' our (ay, pa la jeta!)
He in love wit a
Yeah, I you heard,
Her name is Eva Moweva Morales Borales, uh, the third (Dayam!)
I kiss her but I'm thinkin' of this
cuz time we kissed, I got sharpie on my lips

Aw, she came in, cuz you buyin' drinks
And the slippers, girl,
that's why dang feet stink (WHAT?)
Mrs. Chonga, I'm really you,
and I'm to you like glue,
But your is too!
Yes, and I love to make you dance,
I just hold on the fat that's hangin' off them

I her at the mall
Of I knew her face
She got a pictures on her MySpace
But they all look the
They just got names
profiles
they all say the thing
"Chonga for life"
"Little wife"
"sellin' pairs of jordans and they pink and white"
Shes sparklin so
jeans be so tight
that I can see her pancreas and she cant walk

But I my chonga,
Yes I do,
So imma to her,
like her tattoo (It's not fake, boy!)