Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she with the same type game
The of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your love, where you came from
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't it down
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The brother Big Moon make for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I around, say word
It was the same pretty who I had priorly observed
Trying to me for the herb
as hell she couldn't get it together
I just played along and 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 reserved for crew
And honey-love ended up directly next to me
I'm type but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause baby 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 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 dance 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 it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
my blood up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she honey, let's exchange numbers
three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib 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 tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
Burning candles, all my other got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an Idaho
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 call I I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, I got to have it
She telling me is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford
My unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and me up