Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Fix My Weave

What's up motherfuckers? I need to know is V-A up in this
New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, L.A., Atlanta, I'm that
But how 'bout the that got a head full of fake weave
Or braids, holla to peoples, oh,

Ooh baby, let me fix my
Touch me up and let me fix my
You pick me up about a quarter to 3
I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave

Baby, fix my
Baby, baby, let me fix my
On the highway I do 90
me over get the fake ID

I met a guy named Tommy, charming
He was on me like be on macaroni
His game real making me so horny
Fine for us to fuck and be his baby mommy

You really don't know me so I moves it
Brush up and let him hold me, let me some baloney
Baby, you call me if you go down on me
But you got to back up off me, cubic zirconia

I told him, "Baby let me fix my
I got a hair out of and use a fake ID"
LePew voulez vous ooh oui, you want to misdemeanor me
You gotta more G's, oh wee

Ooh baby, let me fix my
me up and let me fix my weave
You pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club, I fix my weave

Baby, fix my
Baby, baby, let me fix my
On the highway I do 90
me over get the fake ID

I used to date a guy named Chris, sloppy when he
But he was good the tongue, I called him Mr. Young One
Mr. Young One had a big
Balls the size of ping-pong, I had him souped wanton, yeah

I put the beat on and on my ass he on
I put the on young gun, fresh meat he season
Yes, yes we used to creep down the
He was insane like Rick James and a mask he's Superfreak

I told him, "Gimme to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses your baby mommy
'Cause your child support money fix my weave
And you nigga please me no fuck for free"

Ooh baby, let me fix my
me up and let me fix my weave
You could me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my

Baby, fix my
Baby, baby, let me fix my
On the highway I do 90
Pull me get the fake ID

I got a from Joe, he used to call me J.Lo
Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was
Joe was pursuing, sex was good, all
Moan he was grown, he would fuck me 'til the

I used to get vex when he would sex another
"Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich"
Jen don't bitch, then Miss bitch
Lopez get rich, call me Miss

I tell him, "Baby I need a new
Because my feel whack, I want to hit the party
You to play like Ben then give me your keys
'Cause even Jen drive a to go fix a weave"

Ooh baby, let me fix my
me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my

Baby, fix my
Baby, baby, let me fix my
On the highway I do 90
Pull me over get the ID

To the heavy cities, Miami, Jersey, D.C.
The Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the
To the beauty and curling irons stitching in that [Incomprehensible] hair

Okay, oh wee, yeah fix your weave, straight up like a perm you
I hope you can S P E L L, nigga, please you me that well