Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came the same type game
The of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats with big
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's name love, where you came from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your up
Is and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
Asked her to she was like, yo I'm leaving 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 stand big 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
as hell she couldn't get it together
I played along 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 booth for crew especially
And ended up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, voice 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 leave before you dance with me

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