Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came the same type game
The type of girl giving out the cell phone and name
Big fame, she like with big thangs
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you came
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The brother Big Moon make for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I around, say word
It was the same bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to play me for the
as hell she couldn't get it together
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 nice 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 got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know me bro
Even though I know the steelo, she sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say to the family
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 you know what its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a ain't really that original
We laughed it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
Song finished then she honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I smashed it an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her up, champion 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 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 stoge and let her know, I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she can't
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford
My 911's unanswered by my fly enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it and lick me up