Luyện nghe bài hát Msfat Booty

In she came with the same type
The of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like with big thangs
chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's name love, where you came from
Neck and wrist laced up, very little
The slims at the gym tone your frame up
Is and spice the only thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She Cris straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the stand big is in the plans
The brother Big Moon space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me
I around, say word
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played along and I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so good about you it's nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved for especially
And honey-love ended up sitting next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
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
Even I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't
But baby you know what its like, brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you,
Can I a dance ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms my shoulder blades
They Lovers Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the summer
Song finished then she whispered honey, let's exchange
Scene three: weeks of dating night conversation
In the crib heart racing, to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She walked away smiling, Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and tattoo
Playing Sade, Sweetest
candles, all my other plans got cancelled
Man I smashed it like an potato
She call me at my J.O., come now, I say no
Ginseng trunks, rocking the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm a fever
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
Nine months, symptoms when shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really trying to it down
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to it
She me commitment is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone it was magic
Ah damn it, my 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 some banging ass playing lay it down and lick me up