Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same game
The type of giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats with big
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She spot me like
Shot me a glance in that stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's name love, where you came from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to 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 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 make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I around, say word
It was the pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Trying to me for the herb
Shocked as she couldn't get it together
I played along and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you it's nice to meet
We moved to the booth reserved for crew
And honey-love ended up sitting next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know 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 night, I know 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 that
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded on her waist
Heating my blood up the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange
Scene three: weeks of late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She away 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 got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
tree trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call I I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the club
With some banging ass Asian lay it down and lick me up