Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the and it light showers
And you're hookin' up with 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 cent more, for that ho
Yeah, stop by that store
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 kick it in the L.A.C.
So later on be rollin'
Drop-tops I'm yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My never 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 so back that
No why you wakin' up swollen

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

Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo'
the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house
Check the ratio of men to
And to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo'
So we love

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be '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 off and kick off another session again
I can 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The from the East is the shit
And the flesh in the West is the
But Twista love them Chicago and South

Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a day
Cum six times but seven today
Ludacris in the of your Chevrolet
my name?
So magical I and touch the game
You motherfuckers really to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a look of
So it's must, stay Rush
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the

I'm clutchin' my
Stuffin' in it, it down, beat the stuff up
Shorty, run from it
She me the booty I'm breakin' it off
I can tell a stab by the way that she
Fatty flickin' like it was on it
how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin' and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a 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 bubbles is in the
Makin' you stutter the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up my pillow stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So me the rope you gettin' wrapped up
Rooty tooty so and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin' up

I love them chicks be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged by the bed
you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the with 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 what askin' me
Hit skins, catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, fulfillin' yo'
In yo condition I'm wishin' take a lickin'
And keep on from thicker thighs
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love

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

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

I come from the eighth planet in the galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, yo'
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 night
We not stoppin', I don't if the kids watchin'
I stir it like motherfuckin' coffee and sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music
Tally whacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a helmet
for crushin' pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and
And fat because they need love too
So go on big girl, whatchu do?