Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll into
(Throw it back ma, it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your again
That's because you throw a 5, I a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, stay clean
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, yours
When it rains it pours, it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

Now why you go do that?
I can see through
Tattoo there, like I can't view that
Girl, that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones roam
They don't even on
You're far home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm sorry I was
Gotta love laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he
These streets papaya ma
You gotta keep on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I love the way your suck in your hip
And you walk mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your
But I can't fall for you I stick to the script, yup
I "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

See what I'm talking bout sweet
You even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you gotta have Linda Cohn
what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the of ESPN
You gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
'Coz I got sweetheart

Just with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's
Know I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you
And see you get
Know what I'm talking