Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

F is for the fattys wearin' my
(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 dingaling seat smusha
street pusha gimme that gusha
Nasty stuff look up I her
Ran out of liquor time to

Her comes her nigga who a fuck
Rap fame and thangs they can't hang
I mack dames and pack
And act

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

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

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

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya lookin' mighty fine in jeans

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 girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl

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

I'm down, how smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young bustin' like 380's
Lubricated silencer all challengers
Cats be claimin' they glocks but really dilengers

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

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

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

home Murray

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

Goodness good God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, girl hurt nobody
Toes all feet all out
It's a for the mall without a doubt

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

I mean in jeans your shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you like
(Bitch you the name)
Jesus, Jo-Jo, K-Ci and Mary
Girl you don't what you do to me
(Lord mercy)

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

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

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