Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same type
The type of girl giving out the fake phone and name
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 that you could see it the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you 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 play it low key but couldn't it down
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris 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 space for me to in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the pretty bird who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as she couldn't get it together
I played 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 but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, voice is fucking 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 gon' leave before you dance me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't
But baby you know what its like, some brothers be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I a dance ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She walked away smiling, singing Gregory
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me tan line and that tattoo
Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I smashed it like an potato
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 shorty not
I need more than to knock it I'm really trying to lock it down
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 morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging ass Asian lay it down and lick me up