Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came with the same type
The type of girl giving out the fake phone and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat that you could see it the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you came
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but keep it down
Asked her to she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, from Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The brother Big Moon make for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to play me for the
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played along and pretended I met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I so much good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for crew
And honey-love ended up 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
Chinky eyes, sweet is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you me bro
Even though I 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 night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a dance really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded on her waist
Heating my blood up like the summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late night
In the heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She walked away smiling, singing Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to it down
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, I got to have it
She telling me commitment is she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she like it was magic
Ah damn it, my is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up