Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she with the same type game
The type of girl out the fake 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 than once
Ass so fat that you 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 love, where you came from
Neck and wrist laced up, very little
The slims at the Reebok gym tone your up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
Asked her to she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big is in the plans
The brother Big Moon space for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I around, say word
It was the pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to play me for the
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played along and pretended I met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally
We to the booth reserved for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the right
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know me bro
though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance with me

Yo, let me for the other night, I know it wasn't right
But you know what its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late night
In the heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., come now, I say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not up
Three months, she call I feel I'm a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I need her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it
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 next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty
With some banging ass Asian lay it down and lick me up