Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

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

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't
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 across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded on her waist
Heating my blood up like the 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 and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the fell silent
She walked away smiling, Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and that
Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't 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 desperately her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms shorty not around
I need more than to knock it I'm really trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she can't
Wake up the morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw at the kitty club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and me up