Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came with the same type
The type of girl giving out the fake cell and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, her more 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 your name love, where you from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made of
I tried to it low key but couldn't keep it down
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds from
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I around, say word
It was the same bird who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
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 meet
We moved to the booth reserved for especially
And honey-love ended up sitting next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know me bro
Even though I the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say peace to the
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers don't be right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a dance ain't really original
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late night
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She walked away smiling, Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
Burning candles, all my other got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion 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 shorty not
I need more than to knock it down I'm 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 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 Sharice at the kitty
some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up