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

Ey, ain't that them Chongalicious Girls right
Yo, they look just 'em!
Dayam!
Ey, mami, come here right quick, here right quick!
Nah, nah, nah, I they 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 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, look fine,
starin' at me from the corner they eyes(they eyes eyes)
We what we doin'
we walk, we jiggle our booties, yeah he he he he
And if you be my mesh,
you gotta take me to la (la movies)

He in love wit a
He starin', he lookin', he
In know in his grill he like 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,
be tupac, and biggie too.
So we ask them they job is,
That's they told us they are hustlers,
they hot chips, yeah, and quarter juice.
Can't forget the hot sausage and 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
This boy say he 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 like chicken scratch.
But it nice(uh-huh)
it with the hearts 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 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 wanna kiss her but I'm thinkin' of
cuz last we kissed, I got sharpie on my lips

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

I seen her at the
Of I knew her face
She got a million-and-one on her MySpace
But all look the same
They got different names
Three-hundred
all say the same thing
"Chonga for life"
"Little wife"
"sellin' pairs of jordans and they pink and white"
sparklin so bright
Them 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 fake (It's not fake, boy!)