Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

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

Ludacris king dingaling seat
Sweet street pusha that gusha
stuff look up I took her
Ran out of liquor to re-up

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

Dingalang dangalang oh no, they stop
Take it to tha floor, back up and drop
time, time of the essence
Make em' undress in less than 3

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

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

Friskier dream or cream
Ya lookin' fine in them jeans

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

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

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

Get it glock dilengers I'm big you
More nuts on ya face than graffiti on the
(Coochi)
Hair like Brillo, 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, it's like a scene out of playa's
Let them cats holla, L. A. make ya scream
(Ooh)

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

home Murray

This is in of those broads who got the goods
For the chicks who don't, ehh still all good
Some broads got a automatic 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 painted all out
a aphrodisiac 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 around waist, toe rings girl do your thang

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

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

We gas up like full service and
Keep em' drunk like 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, fatty girl, girl
(Who me?)
You I gotta fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(What she mean?)
That means I fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(Fat as a bitch)
girl, fatty girl, fatty girl