Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Girl

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

Girl ya taste like a cinabun, so
From the thighs to the cheek, sex on the
the size of my meat
Call me da

Ludacris king dingaling seat
street pusha gimme that gusha
Nasty look up I took her
Ran out of liquor time to

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

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

The whores keep steppin', 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 balls then ya in the wrong
Let a dog and watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when you hear a pimp

Friskier crispy or cream
Ya lookin' fine in them jeans

All you brothas want a girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
(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, fatty

balla 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 talk, papi, do what want, please me)

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

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

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

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

Welcome Murray

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

Goodness gracious God Almighty
You got a badoonkadoon, don't hurt nobody
all painted feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the without a doubt

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

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

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

We gas those up full service and
Keep em' drunk like Lee Curtis
And you shake 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, fatty
(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