Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and
Big fame, she cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more once
Ass so fat you could see it from the front
She me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, where you from
Neck and laced up, very little make-up
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 she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, 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 brother Big Moon space for me to move in
Hey, my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the pretty bird 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 so much good about you it's nice to finally meet
We to the booth reserved for crew especially
And honey-love ended up directly next to me
I'm polite 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, 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 gon' leave you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it right
But baby you know its like, some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm you, besides
Can I have a dance ain't that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the summer
Song finished she whispered honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: weeks of dating night conversation
In the crib heart racing, trying to be and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell
She walked away smiling, singing Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and tattoo
Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burning candles, all my plans got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., come now, I say no
Ginseng tree trunks, the P-funk
her knees up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm running a
Six months, I'm telling her I desperately her
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when 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 telling me commitment is something she manage
up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford
My 911's by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the club
With some banging ass playing lay it down and lick me up