Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Fix My Weave

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

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 I do above 90
Pull me get the fake ID

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

You don't know me so I moves it slowly
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 up off me, wearing cubic zirconia

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

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

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

I him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses your baby mommy
'Cause child support money don't 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 pick 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 I do above 90
me over get the fake ID

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

I used to get vex when he would sex 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 him, "Baby I need a new weave
Because my tracks feel whack, I to hit the party
You want to play like Ben 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 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 get the fake 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 weave, straight up like a perm you heard
I hope you can S P E L L, nigga, please you know me that