Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the morning and it showers
And you're probably hookin' up that girl
been, two-wayin' you all week
Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck
okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95
Not a more, for that dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by that convenience
And up them rubbers magnum I hope
is Faizon Love and I love hoes
I just don't pay

Cut up, know we that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be
Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot I'm top notch
My niggaz never but I told 'em
When I catch you at the game runnin' at the A.U.C.
That on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back
No why you wakin' up swollen

I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, recruiter
Comin' at the fatty in a Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, booty soft as silly putty
Killin' for money, still a thug get from some pokin'
And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome getcha
When I'm feelin' I love to cut

Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo'
Check the of men to women
And women to men when south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while in yo' mouth
So we love

C-c-cut up, know we that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out other
And I hope we be the same freaks
We can get the goin'
Handlin' while I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen or the outdoors
The pieces from the is the shit
And the flesh in the West is the
But love them Chicago and South hoes

Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a day
Cum six but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your
What's my
So magical I come and touch the
You motherfuckers really lust to
Nothin' but and a look of disgust
So it's must, stay Adrenaline
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the

I'm my thang
Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the up
Shorty, don't run it
She give me the I'm breakin' it off
I can a stab by the way that she walk
flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator heels
Pullin' and swishers up out your Prada bag
smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love

C-c-cut up, we like that, get that cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the
Makin' you stutter from the butters and backrubs
It's killin' me about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up my pillow stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to
So give me the rope you gettin' up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's slapped up

I love chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a
But I got the radio Jagged Edge by the bed
you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout Twist'
But we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
now you gots to ride out bitch

Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? That's they askin' me
Hit skins, causin'
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, fulfillin' yo'
In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll take a
And keep on tickin' from thicker
Finger never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a five, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Cut up, gettin' brains in the
We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky
I like it you let me try, anythang
girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a get a little cut up girl
Cut up, brains in the Range
We love to cut up 'cause we like freaky thangs
I like it you let me try, anythang
'Cause girl I ain't got but time
Let a nigga get a cut up girl

I from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal is clean, yo' majesty
Can it be, E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the dick of insanity
I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all long
We not stoppin', I don't care if the watchin'
I it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar
dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer
Tally whacker is a rock hard trooper with a purple helmet
Made for crushin' pink
goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies
And fat women because they need too
So go on big girl, whatchu do?