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 with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
your name love, where you came from
Neck and wrist up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is and spice the only thing that you made of
I to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An hour later, from Jamaica
She Cris straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
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 who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played along and pretended I met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I so much good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for crew
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, you know me bro
Even though I know the steelo, she 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 apologize for the other night, I it wasn't right
But baby you know 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 it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
Song finished she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late conversation
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not up
Three months, she call I feel I'm running a
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms shorty not around
I more than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down
Midnight we 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 gone it was magic
Ah damn it, my is on Harrison Ford frantic
My unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging ass Asian lay it down and lick me up