Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Speak to Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly you
(That's right)
I'll take your from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all with me
(She wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you into
(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 you? So how you?)

I'll take your bitch her back, take 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 her man, she misses him
But nobody do it than her distant dick, me
I'm her long pimp
When I land my bitches for me on the strip, yup

And I lie, I confess
I'm the one who that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to though, gotta stay clean
Plus in a Lex 4
She me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, yours
When it rains it pours, it rain it whores
Jazze,

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

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

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' phones don't roam
don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it
You creepin' with the of the throne
You in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I got no blinds, we can stare 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 your dime you
(That's right)
Now she wanna all night with me
(She wanna wake up Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you with too
(Throw it ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how you?)

I'm I was groovin'
Gotta love laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to we was doing
Laid back in that black on Ewing's
That's 33 tires, he fire
These 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 trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you with a dip
And you kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you I stick to the script, yup
I said "I to my grip, I stick to my money, that's 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 wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night you
(So how 'bout So how 'bout you?)

So how you?
So how 'bout

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

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 I'm talking '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
Know what I'm 'bout?