Luyện nghe bài hát Remaning Me Of (Sef)

Yeah, yeah, what,
Reminding me of Sef,
Fat fat thick booty,
You say that big booty, yo
He say OOH OH
I the boy he said OOH OH
The people he said OOH OH
Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo
it, check it

Driftin on a memory, forth
from a of Hennesey, as in times
of they envision me
days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era mentally I
High I came out it
Cats with clout at graduation got name shouted
Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same
My niggaz be fuckin girls that she hang out
Round then Guy out with, 'Piece of My Love'
over if he said, "Dumb bitch"
Everyday the old with rainbow, watchin the sun twist
Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk
in Wendy's parkin lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot
Showin off for in bricks and rows had us charged to box
That sorta stopped once A.C. got popped

Chorus: Chantay

It's remind-ing... mmm whooahhh
remind-ing... heyyeahhahh, uh-huh

it
Before these got ahold to some drugs
and start they thugs
We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball
with Gucci promotion so we got in free
Against the wall me and my guys a colony, Ron'll be beatin
Saved my day, on speakers
Flames I was born this way
Street and Hyde Park was warrin
Over gossip, Kenwood was pourin
Suited in Jordans, pro-models
and started coach out the of Beauty Shop Sevalas
Buy the dope, put my name in verse, EPMD
I would quote, stolen leathers I'd sell, like a of broke
behind the beat, I took my first of Henny
It hit me in the chest like when them shot Benji
Shame on the girl that left her Fendi crew
go through it or, take it, we was bound to
Travellin Vice Lords, down to the taste
Not wantin to bring my around crew cause they would snake
House was the lick, behind bars we'd come up
at em' I did the Hooper dance my thumbs up

There go the
To get the go, it go OOH OH
Yeah, it go OOH OH
You heard the people go oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
Yo, it, check it

Nowadays niggaz is fake, like party at McCormick Place
I don't draw with em, cause was born to trace
At times I contemplate movin to a place
Then the and skyline, give me a warm embrace
remindin me of the pointed parties Moe used to
Six deep in the bumpin Twilight Tone tapes
Come home late callin broads up on they mother
If it wasn't nowhere to scrap at we would fight each other
Get a at the Dunes havin bakeouts
We'd eat, at and break out
Then everybody thought that they spend
rollers had the MCM blazer blend
Girbauds and jeans we was takin in
Cranes and freight we was breakin in
Tim a be basin Mike at I.I.T.
Rememberin numbers on how high I'd be
a Deja-Brew, when I see bottles of Gill
My man Sef I feel hollow but still