Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

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

I'll take your bitch her back, take your bitch again
That's you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance
When I my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta dress to though, gotta stay clean
momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely
it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze,

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one you roll 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 you? So how you?)

Now why you go do that?
I can see that
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 more
Have you 'round a bunch 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 from home so leave it
You creepin' with the of the throne
You in a tee and a thong, with 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 fly than you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'm sorry I was
Gotta love that laid back mannie music
But let's get back to what we was
Laid back in black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 tires, he fire
These ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

Naw hun you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll you a clip, yea
But I the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk mean how you strut with a dip
And you kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I 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 fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with 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 you?
So how you?

See what I'm bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have Madden
You ain't 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 have the ABC staff just to sports baby
I got game sweetheart

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