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 diggin'
But how 'bout the ladies that got a 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 could pick me up 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 I do above 90
me over get the fake ID

I met a guy named Tommy, very
He was on me cheese be on macaroni
His game real tight making me so
enough 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 spit 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"
Pepe voulez vous ooh oui, you want to misdemeanor me
You gotta more G's, oh wee

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

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

I used to a guy named Chris, sloppy when he kiss
But he was good with the tongue, I 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 on and on my ass he skeet on
I put the on young gun, fresh meat he season
Yes, yes we used to down the beach
He was insane like Rick James and a mask he's Superfreak

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

Ooh baby, let me fix my
Touch me up and let me fix my
You could pick me up 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
Pull me over get the ID

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

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

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

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 I do above 90
Pull me get the fake ID

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

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