Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same type
The type of girl out the fake 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, her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it from the
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a in that catwoman stance 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 Reebok gym your frame 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 she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
is on the stand big things is in the plans
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I turn around, say
It was the pretty bird 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 so much good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for especially
And ended up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know me bro
though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you dance me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers don't be right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't that original
We laughed about it, her arms across my shoulder blades
playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late conversation
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion not ease up
months, she call I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
Nine months, symptoms when shorty not around
I need than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart 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 it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's by my fly Taurus enchantress
week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some banging ass playing lay it down and lick me up