Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came the same type game
The type of girl giving out the cell phone and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat pants
Hot
your name love, where you came from
Neck and wrist laced up, little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and spice the only 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, from Jamaica
She sipping Cris up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big is in the plans
The brother Big Moon make space for me to in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty bird who I had observed
Trying to play me for the
as hell she couldn't get it together
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 reserved for especially
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you 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 leave before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it right
But baby you know what its like, 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 across my blades
They Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange
Scene three: weeks of dating late conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the fell silent
She walked smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the
Cocking her up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I need her
months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm trying to lock it down
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is she can't manage
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the club
With banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up