Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I a 10
Now she get inside of my '66
She see that my is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my wait for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
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 fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night me
(She wanna wake up with F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll 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 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' 'round a bunch of buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones roam
They even come on
far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going,

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 wake up with Weezy F, baby)
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 spend the of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta that laid back mannie fresh music
But get back to what we was doing
Laid in that black on plat Ewing's
33 weak tires, he fire
These streets papaya ma
You keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one,

Naw hun 'coz you ain't
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 talk kinda clean and you lick your
But I fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, 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 wanna all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you 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
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

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