Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came the same type game
The type of giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your love, where you came from
Neck and wrist laced up, little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you of
I tried to it low key but couldn't keep it down
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big is in the plans
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played 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 to finally meet
We to the booth reserved for crew especially
And ended up sitting directly next to me
I'm type but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the right
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, you know me bro
Even though I 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 for the other night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
They Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
my blood up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange
Scene three: weeks of dating night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and
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
Playing Sade, Sweetest
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., come now, I say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not up
Three months, she call I feel I'm running a
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
Nine months, 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 and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and me up