Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

Girl ya like 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 time to re-up

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

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

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

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

Friskier dream crispy or
Ya lookin' mighty fine in them

All you brothas want a fatty girl, girl, fatty girl
(Who me?)
You know I gotta 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, fatty

International balla young birds in the coupe goin' echie
(Papi me if you don't feel me)
Easy I feel greasy when you me
(Stop the small talk, papi, do want, please me)

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

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

no competition, still flow nigga listen
(I'm not to do this 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, fatty girl, fatty
(What she mean?)
That means I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, girl
(Fat as a bitch)
Fatty girl, girl, fatty girl

Welcome Murray

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

Goodness gracious good God
You got a badoonkadoon, girl don't hurt
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall a doubt

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

I mean in them jeans shape is beautiful
And I'm for you by you fubu
(Bitch you the name)
Oowwee Jesus, Jo-Jo, and Mary
Girl you don't know you do to me
(Lord mercy)

Ain't no doubt about it when she by tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the
cringe a point 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 it you rock my world
I died and went to Heaven, you got a fatty girl

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, girl