Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Fat Booty

In she came with the same game
The type of girl giving out the fake phone and name
Big fame, she like with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six
I her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it the front
She spot me like
Shot me a in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot
What's your name love, you came from
Neck and wrist up, very little make-up
The slims at the gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and the only thing that you made of
I tried to it low key but couldn't keep it down
her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now
An hour later, sounds Jamaica
She Cris straight up, skanking, winding her waist up
Scene two: my fam the jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the
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
Trying to me for the herb
as hell she couldn't get it together
I just along and pretended 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 moved to the booth reserved for especially
And honey-love ended up sitting directly to me
I'm type polite but now I'm at her skeptically
Cause girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and
eyes, sweet voice is fucking with me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you me bro
Even I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo
I'm to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like, how you gon' before you dance with me

Yo, let me apologize for the other night, I 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 really that original
We laughed about it, her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist
Heating my blood up like the summer
Song finished then she honey, let's exchange numbers
Scene three: of dating late night conversation
In the crib racing, trying to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room silent
She away smiling, singing Gregory Issac
Like, if I don't, if I
Showing me that tan line and that
Playing Sade, Sweetest
Burning candles, all my other 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
her knees up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm a fever
Six months, I'm her I desperately need her
months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more to knock it down I'm really trying to lock it down
Midnight we up and go at it
Burn a and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she can't
Wake up the 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 kitty
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and me up