Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell and name
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
Ass so fat that you could see it the front
She spot me like
me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you from
Neck and wrist laced up, little make-up
The at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made 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 sipping Cris straight up, skanking, her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
The brother Big Moon make for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I around, say word
It was the same bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just along and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I so much good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the reserved for crew especially
And ended up sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you me bro
Even though I the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you dance me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't
But baby you know what its like, brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't really original
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange
three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be cool and
She touched on my eyelids, the fell silent
She walked smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
me that tan line and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Taboo
Burning candles, all my other plans got
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, lover not ease up
Three months, she call I I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I need her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms shorty not around
I need more than to it down I'm really trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to it
She telling me is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford
My 911's by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the club
With some banging ass playing lay it down and lick me up