Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to them
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my with you
(So how you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like
She say she her man, she misses him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance
I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I
I'm the one who turn that orange to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay
Plus in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to
the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it
Jazze,

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up 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 rest of my night you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

Now why you wanna go do
I can see through
Tattoo there, like I can't view that
Girl, what Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more
Have you 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone

Cut your off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't come on
You're far from home so leave it
You with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with hair in a pony
I got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be all mornin'
I'm a baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

I'm sorry I was
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh
But let's get to what we was doing
Laid back in that on plat Ewing's
That's 33 tires, he fire
streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 and cop you one, wait

Naw hun you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, give you a clip, yea
But I love the way jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's to me
honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way fly than you
(That's right)
take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she spend all night with me
(She wanna up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one you roll with too
(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?)

So how 'bout
So how you?

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

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