Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll into
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your give her back, take your bitch again
because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it better than her dick, me
I'm her distance pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I to be fly to death
It's the Man junior, sincerely yours
When it it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze,

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

Now why you wanna go do
I can see through
Tattoo right there, like I can't view
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 bunch of buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We get higher than the telephone wires

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

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
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 you? So how 'bout you?)

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

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If your ass ever trip, give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in hip
And you kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you I stick to the script, yup
I said "I 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 your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

Just with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you me to put on the bag?
little girl, that's right
Know I'm talking 'bout?
See I give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you
And see you get
Know I'm talking 'bout?