Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the morning and it light
And you're probably hookin' up with girl
been, two-wayin' you all week
Her baby, out of town so, you can fuck around
It's okay to in that Motel 6, $59.95
Not a cent more, for that ho
Yeah, stop by convenience store
And pick up them rubbers magnum I
This is Faizon 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
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

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

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

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

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

Now I got the we can cut the hell out each other
And I hope we be the thang freaks
We can get the mattress
business 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 the East is the shit
And the flesh in the is the best
But Twista them Chicago and South hoes

Come up out yo', negligee, 'em on a regular day
Cum six times but it's today
Ludacris in the of your Chevrolet
What's my
So magical I come and touch the
You motherfuckers really to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a look of
So it's must, Adrenaline Rush
Wonderin' why they be bustin' the same

I'm my thang
in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up
Shorty, run from it
She give me the booty I'm it off
I can tell a by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin' like it was on it
Peep how this got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Pullin' and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, 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 like that, get cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Bubble, bubbles is in the bathtub
Makin' you from the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles pop
The that swallow willin', up under 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 fruity and fresh, I'm and fruity
Ya duty's to figure the booty's slapped up

I love them chicks 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 bumpin' Edge by the bed
When you get up witcha cutty buddy
on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
But after we do what we gon' do getcha 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, yo' fantasies
In yo I'm wishin' you'll take a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thicker
lickin' 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, we like that, get that cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

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

I come the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the 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', boots all night long
We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids
I stir it like coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno producer
Tally whacker is a rock hard storm with a purple helmet
Made for pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and
And fat women because they love too
So go on big girl, whatchu do?