Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same game
The type of girl giving out the cell phone and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat that you could see it from the
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you came
Neck and wrist laced up, very little
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't 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 two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
The brother Big Moon make for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to play me for the
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played along and 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 reserved for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the right
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you 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 leave before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
They playing Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of late night conversation
In the heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the fell silent
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm running a
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 really trying to lock it
we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to it
She me commitment is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw at the kitty club
some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up