Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came with the type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She spot me like
me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
your name love, where you came from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing you made of
I to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The brother Big make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly
Trying to me for the herb
Shocked as hell she get it together
I just played along and I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally
We to the booth reserved for crew especially
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know me bro
though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' leave you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers don't be right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't really original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up the Arizona summer
Song finished she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She walked smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the
Cocking her knees up, champion not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm running a
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to it down
Midnight we up and go at it
a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me is something she can't manage
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up