Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she came with the same type
The type of giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than
Ass so fat that you see it from the front
She spot me paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you from
Neck and wrist laced up, very make-up
The slims at the Reebok gym your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't it down
Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm now
An later, sounds from Jamaica
She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the big things is in the plans
The Big Moon make 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 observed
Trying to me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just along and pretended 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 for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting next to me
I'm type but now I'm looking at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking me mentally
We conversated, a laugh, yeah you know 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' before you dance with me

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