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, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her than once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat pants
Hot
What's name love, where you came from
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym tone frame up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't it down
Asked her to she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping Cris up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty who I had priorly observed
to play me for the herb
Shocked as she couldn't get it together
I just played along and I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you nice to finally meet
We to the booth reserved for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you me bro
Even though I know the steelo, she sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you dance me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I it wasn't right
But baby you know its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a ain't really that original
We laughed it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded on her waist
Heating my blood up like the Arizona
finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating late conversation
In the heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She walked away smiling, singing Gregory
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan and that tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my other got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an Idaho
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, the P-funk
her knees up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to it
She telling me commitment is something she manage
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic
My 911's by my fly Taurus enchantress
week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club
With some ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up