Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same game
The of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats with big
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She spot me like
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty
Hot
What's your name love, you came from
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing you made of
I tried to play it low key but keep it down
Asked her to she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the stand big 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
Trying to play me for the
as hell she couldn't get it together
I just along and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth for crew especially
And honey-love up sitting directly next to me
I'm polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is 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 to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you with me

Yo, let me apologize for the night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers don't be coming
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her
Heating my blood up the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's 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 silent
She walked smiling, singing Gregory Issac
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
Ginseng tree trunks, the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, lover not ease up
Three months, she I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
Nine months, flu-like when shorty not around
I need more than to it down I'm really 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 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 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 and lick me up