Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, her more than once
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty
Hot
What's your name love, where you came
Neck and wrist laced up, little make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing 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 straight up, skanking, her waist up
two: my fam throwing the jam
Fareed is on the stand big is in the plans
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly
Trying to play me for the
Shocked as hell she get it together
I just along and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for crew
And honey-love ended up directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her
Cause baby got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, you know me bro
though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm about to murk, I say peace to the
She hop up like, how you leave before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the night, I know it wasn't right
But baby you what its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I have a dance ain't really that
We laughed about it, traced her across my shoulder blades
playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers 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 night
In the heart racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She walked away smiling, singing Gregory
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my other got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an Idaho
She me at my J.O., come now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not up
Three months, she I feel I'm running a fever
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not
I need more than to knock it down I'm trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to it
She telling me is something she can't manage
up the next morning, she gone like 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 kitty
With banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up