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, money clip, phone flip, the six
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat that you could see it the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your love, where you came from
Neck and wrist laced up, very make-up
The slims at the gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An hour later, sounds from
She sipping Cris up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
The brother Big make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I around, say word
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 along and pretended 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 moved to the booth for crew especially
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm type but now I'm looking at her skeptically
baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, 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 before you dance me

Yo, let me for the other night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you know its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I a dance ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They playing Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late night
In the crib racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She walked away smiling, singing Gregory
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it 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 I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I need her
Nine months, symptoms when shorty not around
I need than to knock it down 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 morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it and lick me up