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
been, two-wayin' you all week
Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck
It's okay to check in Motel 6, $59.95
Not a more, for that dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by convenience store
And pick up them magnum I hope
This is Faizon Love and I love
I don't pay 'em}

Cut up, know we like that, get cut up
thangs, we be bout '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 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 to tap that so back that
No wonder why you up swollen

I'm feelin' you Luda', my Buddha, coochie recruiter
Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so 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, chasin' booty as silly putty
Killin' for money, still a get bump from some pokin'
And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome getcha
When I'm feelin' scummy I to cut

Tan skin so, butter soft I'm the buttons off yo' blouse
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 jalapenos holla while they in yo'
So we that

C-c-cut up, know we that, get that cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout '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
Wash the dick off and off another session again
I can 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The pieces from the is the shit
And the flesh in the is the best
But Twista love them and South hoes

Come up out yo', negligee, 'em on a regular day
Cum six times but it's today
in the back of your Chevrolet
What's my
So magical I come and the game
You really lust to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a look of
So must, stay Adrenaline Rush
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the

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 she walk
flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high
Pullin' rubbers and up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a ass, so we love that

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

Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the
Makin' you stutter from the butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the 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 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 push 'em up by her
How I dip up in it we can a video
But I got the bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with
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, catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm wishin' take a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thicker
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her
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
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

Cut up, gettin' in the Range
We love to cut up 'cause we them freaky thangs
I it when 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 we like them freaky thangs
I like it you let me try, anythang
'Cause I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a get a little 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 Prince dick of
I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night
We not stoppin', I don't care if the watchin'
I stir it like motherfuckin' and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno producer
Tally whacker is a rock storm trooper with a purple helmet
Made for crushin' pink
Goonie goo-goo, we cut and wookies
And fat women because need love too
So go on big girl, whatchu do?