Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Up My Christmas

Ladies that are fat ladies are skinny
Ladies that are all night on my
Ladies that won't charge me a fiddy
Just wanna get with me 'cause I'm so
Bitties who wanna bite off a lil
part's the top like a drew barry muffin
Bittie's that wanna on their love oven
And cook up a caserole of stove top
Don't the suckin 'cause you're filled with 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 erase this erection
Honey's at me from every direction
Lookin for the connection
I of sweaty sexin without protection
So line up the
I'll open 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 is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit
This is not so a holliday oriented song
As it is an of dismay at the sight of a beautiful woman

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