Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Up My Christmas

Ladies that are fat that are skinny
Ladies are all night on my jimmy
that won't charge me a buck fiddy
Just get with me 'cause I'm so pretty
Bitties who wanna bite off a lil
Best part's the top like a drew muffin
Bittie's wanna turn on their love oven
And cook up a caserole of stove top
Don't stop the suckin 'cause you're with my gumption
take care of my beaker I'm honeydew bunsen
Got ya for my potion, got my finger on the button
why mc be struttin
Wish I could this erection
Honey's comin at me from every
for the love connection
I stink of sweaty sexin without
So line up the
I'll open their drawers like the kid in the sixth
I won't this distance, gotta get up in this
She fuckin up my

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

She fuckin up my christmas
glimpses in tiny 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 for monolith
No not a lisp, you're a finalist
Here's a sash for that ass it says
here's my hotel key and some sense
get up to my suite or incompetent
do you wanna be a winner or the
So them lips, drop them shits
And on it.