Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

F is for the fattys my shit
(Do you me to?)

Girl ya taste a cinabun, so sweet
the thighs to the cheek, sex on the beach
Check the size of my
Call me da

Ludacris king dingaling smusha
Sweet street pusha gimme gusha
Nasty stuff up I took her
Ran out of liquor to re-up

Her comes her who gives a fuck
Rap fame and plat thangs they can't
I mack and pack thangs
And act

Dingalang oh no, they can't stop
Take it to tha floor, back up and then
time, time of the essence
Make em' undress in less 3 seconds

The whores keep steppin', whores keep
Sex as a weapon clothes that I in
Streets keep thieves keep robbin'
Get 2 to ya 3 to ya nogin'

and crawlin' I'm incognege
Can't the balls then ya in the wrong league
Let a dog and watch a pimp walk
yo ass up when you hear a pimp talk

Friskier dream or cream
Ya mighty fine in them jeans

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(What she mean?)
That means I fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl

International balla echie young in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi tell me if you feel me)
Easy I feel greasy when you me
(Stop the talk, papi, do what want, please me)

I'm down, how smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies bustin' like
Lubricated silencer all challengers
Cats that be claimin' glocks but really dilengers

Get it glock dilengers I'm big you
nuts on ya face than graffiti on the wall
(Coochi)
Hair Brillo, cuttin' up my pillow
Got em' sayin, "hello" in a tub of jello

Still no competition, still flow nigga
(I'm not suppose to do this of thing, I'm a Christian)
Amen, like a scene out of playa's magazine
Let them otha holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

All you want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, fatty girl, girl

Welcome home

This is in thought of broads who got the goods
For the chicks who don't, ehh still all good
Some broads got a thickness for it
You'll soon get it just hard workin' at it

Goodness gracious good God
You got a badoonkadoon, girl hurt nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the without a doubt

Juicy, chunky, stanky,
Guts slappin', balls flappin' hit your every fantasy
You got your tongue, clitoris, tits and pierced
(All that)
Necklace your waist, toe rings girl do your thang

I mean in them jeans your is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like
(Bitch you the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and
Girl you know what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it when she walks by tongues out
Eyes pop out the
cringe a point like
(Few)
(Emmm)
You can see thing from the front

We gas those up like service and
Keep em' drunk Kathy Lee Curtis
And when you it you rock my world
I done died and went to Heaven, you got a girl

All you brothas want a fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
girl, fatty girl, fatty girl