Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came the same type game
The type of 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 more than
Ass so fat that you see it from 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 wrist up, very little make-up
The at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only that you made of
I to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
is on the stand big things 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
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth for crew especially
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking 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 peace to the
She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you with me

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