Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty 2

In she with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the cell phone and name
Big fame, she like with big thangs
Jewels chip, clip, phone 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 like
Shot me a glance in that catwoman with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your love, where you came from
and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the thing that you made of
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She sipping straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene my fam throwing the jam
is on the stand big things is in the plans
The Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, let me introduce
I turn around, say
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly
to play me for the herb
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it
I just played and pretended I never met her
How you
Oh, I'm
My is Mos
I'm
I heard so much good about you it's nice to meet
We moved to the booth for crew especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
Chinky eyes, sweet is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, you know me bro
Even though I know the steelo, she sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you leave before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I know it wasn't
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 across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got the folded on her waist
Heating my blood up like the summer
Song finished then she honey, let's exchange numbers
three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, 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
Burning candles, all my plans got cancelled
Man I it like an Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., now, I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, the P-funk
Cocking her knees up, lover not ease up
months, she call I feel I'm running a fever
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 trying to lock it down
we hook up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She me commitment is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was
Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly 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