Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
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 spend all night me
(She wanna wake up 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 to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch
because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like
She say she love her man, she him
But do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance
When I 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, gotta stay
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely
When it it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze,

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

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

Cut telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't even on
You're far from home so it alone
You creepin' the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with 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 take your dime 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 with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it 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 that laid back mannie music
But let's get to what we was doing
back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he
streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
If ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut a dip
And you talk clean and you lick your lips
But I can't for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's 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 wanna spend all night me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby, damn)
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 the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

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

Just with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, 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 how you peek
And see you get
Know what I'm talking