Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Up My Christmas

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

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

She fuckin up my biznitch
Catchin glimpses in tiny tid
I was fine you was in my bizness
With you're volleyball booty and you're pink tits
Yo what up wit dis, it mc
"M" in my stand for monolith
No that's not a lisp, you're a
Here's a sash for that ass it dominance
my hotel key and some common sense
get up to my or you're incompetent
do you wanna be a or the opposite?
So lick them lips, them shits
And on it.