Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the and it light showers
And you're probably hookin' up with girl
That's been, you all week
Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can around
okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95
Not a cent more, for that ho
Yeah, stop by that convenience
And pick up them rubbers magnum I
This is Love and I love hoes
I don't pay 'em}

Cut up, we like that, get that cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you kick it in the L.A.C.
So on we'll be rollin'
I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz listen but I told 'em
When I catch you at the runnin' game at the A.U.C.
That on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back
No wonder why you wakin' up

I'm feelin' you Luda', my Buddha, coochie recruiter
at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass
me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty soft as silly putty
Killin' for money, still a thug get bump some pokin'
And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome buddy
I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut

Tan skin so, butter soft I'm the buttons off yo' blouse
the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
Check the of men to women
And women to men when down
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla they 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
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

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

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

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

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

Bubble, bubble is in the bathtub
Makin' you stutter the b-body butters and backrubs
It's me thinkin' about the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow strapped up
If it in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the you gettin' wrapped up
Rooty tooty so and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya to figure the booty's gettin' slapped up

I love them chicks that be thick as a of bread
as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can a video
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do purse and get together
Because now you gots to out bitch

Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? what they askin' me
Hit skins, causin'
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, fulfillin' yo'
In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thighs
Finger lickin' get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love

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

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

I come from the eighth planet in the galaxy
the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty
Can it be, E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince of insanity
I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all long
We not stoppin', I don't if the kids watchin'
I stir it like motherfuckin' and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, music producer
Tally whacker is a rock storm trooper with a purple helmet
Made for pink cookies
goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies
And fat women because they love too
So go on big girl, gon' do?