Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and
Big fame, she like with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat that you could see it the front
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a glance in catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
your name love, where you came from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and spice the 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 later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris 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, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I around, say word
It was the pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to me for the herb
Shocked as hell she get it together
I just played along and 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 moved to the booth for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting next to me
I'm polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, you know me bro
though 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 you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like, some brothers be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a dance ain't really original
We about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her
Heating my up like the Arizona summer
Song finished she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She walked away smiling, Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it an Idaho potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
tree trunks, rocking 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 symptoms when not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to it down
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, I got to have it
She me commitment is something she can't manage
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison frantic
My unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw at the kitty club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and me up