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

Ey, ain't that them 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 with her best friend, ooh yeah.
I saw you, (I saw you, girl)
up in the car, doin' your herr.
See, we met at the food court,
Pickin' out they teeth con un plastic fork.
Damn, they fine,
starin' at me from the corner they eyes eyes(they eyes)
We know what we
Everytime we walk, we jiggle our booties, he he he he
And if you be my mesh,
you gotta me to la movies (la movies)

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

Sweat on his doo rag,
Drippin' down from his neck to his back, yeah
And we speak spanglish,
we just them go crazy(ay, papi!)
He in love wit a
This boy say he me so badly,
but my home girl be back B!)
no guesses, the sharpie,
The boys be 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!
or die con la mashie Nike's, yeah
I try to get fit,
but my papi he like mi thick, yeah he he he he
And we get mad at them,
we be our chancletas (ay, pa la jeta!)
He in wit a chonga
Yeah, I you heard,
Her is Eva Moweva Gonzalez Morales Borales, uh, the third (Dayam!)
I kiss her but I'm thinkin' of this
cuz last we kissed, I got sharpie on my lips

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

I her at the mall
Of course I her face
She got a million-and-one on her MySpace
But all look the same
They just got different
Three-hundred
they all say the thing
"Chonga for life"
"Little wife"
"sellin' pairs of jordans and they pink and white"
Shes sparklin so
Them jeans be so
that I can see her and she cant walk right

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