Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Up My Christmas

Ladies that are fat ladies that are
Ladies are all night on my jimmy
Ladies that won't charge me a fiddy
Just wanna get with me 'cause I'm so
who wanna bite off a lil sumpn
Best part's the top like a drew muffin
Bittie's that turn on their love oven
And up a caserole of stove top stuffin
Don't stop the suckin 'cause you're filled my gumption
take care of my beaker 'cause I'm honeydew
Got ya for my potion, got my finger on the button
That's why mc be
Wish I could erase erection
Honey's comin at me from every
Lookin for the connection
I stink of sweaty sexin protection
So line up the
I'll open drawers like the kid in the sixth sense
I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in
She fuckin up my

Fuckin up my is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit
This is not so a holliday oriented song
As it is an exclamation of dismay at the sight of a beautiful

She fuckin up my christmas
Catchin glimpses in tid bits
I was fine till you was in my
With you're volleyball booty and you're pink tits
Yo what up wit dis, it mc
"M" in my name stand for
No not a lisp, you're a finalist
Here's a sash for that ass it says
my hotel key and some common sense
get up to my suite or you're
do you be a winner or the opposite?
So them lips, drop them shits
And on it.