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 like cats with big
chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She spot me like
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance the fat booty pants
Hot
your name love, where you came from
Neck and wrist up, very little make-up
The at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you of
I to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She Cris straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The brother Big Moon space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the pretty bird who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she 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 good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for crew
And honey-love ended up directly next to me
I'm type but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, voice is fucking 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 peace to the
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance 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 right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't that original
We about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
my blood up like the Arizona summer
Song then she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of late night conversation
In the heart racing, trying 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 Idaho
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her up, champion lover not ease up
months, she call 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 to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down
Midnight we up and go at it
a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she like it was magic
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 Asian playing lay it and lick me up