Luyện nghe bài hát Remaning Me Of (Sef)

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

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

Chorus: Chantay

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

it
Before these minds got to some drugs
and start thinkin thugs
We'd be at the Bismarck, and the club
with Gucci promotion so we got in free
Against the wall me and my formed a colony, Ron'll be beatin
my day, dancin on speakers
Flames I was born this way
87th Street and Hyde was warrin
Over gossip, bras was pourin
Suited in Jordans, pro-models
and started coach out the back of 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 my first shot of Henny
It hit me in the chest like when marks shot Benji
Shame on the girl that left her Fendi around
I'da go it or, take it, we was bound to
like Vice Lords, down to the taste
Not wantin to bring my lady around crew cause would snake
parties was the lick, behind bars we'd come up
at em' I did the dance with my thumbs up

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

Nowadays niggaz is fake, like that at McCormick Place
I don't draw with em, cause was born to trace
At times I movin to a warmer place
the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace
remindin me of the pointed Moe used to mace
Six deep in the Hyundai bumpin Tone tapes
Come home late broads hang up on they mother
If it wasn't to scrap at then we would fight each other
Get a room at the havin bakeouts
We'd eat, at and break out
Then everybody thought that could spend
High rollers had the MCM blend
Girbauds and Guess jeans we was in
Cranes and freight trains we was in
Tim a be basin Mike at I.I.T.
Rememberin depended on how high I'd be
It's a Deja-Brew, I see bottles of Gill
My man Sef passed I feel hollow but