Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and
Big fame, she like cats with big
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
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 love, where you came from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't it down
her to dance 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
is on the stand big things is in the plans
The brother Big Moon make space for me to 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 play me for the
Shocked as hell she get it together
I just played along and pretended I met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you it's nice to meet
We moved to the booth reserved for especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you me bro
Even I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I 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 across my blades
They Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
Song finished she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be 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 line and tattoo
Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burning candles, all my other got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., come now, I say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not up
Three months, she I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I need her
Nine months, flu-like when shorty not around
I need more than to it down I'm really trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Ford frantic
My unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging ass playing lay it down and lick me up