Luyện nghe bài hát Having Sex

If you in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you believe in sex say "hell fuck yea" (yes sir)

1: Juicy J]
Shawty me that ass, hold up let me see it
Pop it let me touch it, bring it back and let me it
Go on show me that pussy cat, I'mma take it home and it
If it's good as it looks, go in raw and seed it
Pop a couple of bands, she poppin' open that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool, and Juicy J's in the end
Bands a make her dance, I don't tip I see pussy
And she got no waist line, that ass as soft as a seat cushion
Damn right I make it rain, all night a hurricane
Strip club run out of ones, I'm twenties I dont need change
Every time she drop it, I'm off to my pocket
thousand in the air, I ain't worried I got it

[Verse 2:
I believe in having sex, I'm Miss America
I do want I wanna do, and I him in my Panamera
Uh yea, fat bitch, see no bra, savage
I don't even fuck around the cabbage
Them hoes sweet, average
J know the Juicy, he love my big ol' booty
Louboutins bake my cookie, bitch no hooptie
If I let you feature my movie, my legs around my neck
If I let you feature in my movie, somebody cuttin' me a big
Hoodrich, he got a donkey
I'm Auquafina 'em dive in it
I wanna his third leg while he's strokin' it
Throw my face in the pillow he crankin' it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, stroke me good throw me dick
Lets put this shit on Instagram, it's Juicy J and Trina

[Verse 3: 2
I don't a fi-nuck, put it in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of so now I got to re-up
I give a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
I don't give a, I don't give a, I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of ones so now I got to
Sex pistol, killer, b-b-b-bust a nut on her, and that's
sittin', (damn)

OK now next contestent, I a blunt for breakfast

Skeeted on her chest, and a fuckin' necklace
By the time you get back, I'll be somewhere a strokers
With a girl like Pocahontas, her hair down to her shoulders
Unconditional love, we can do it in a
the Porsche to the wall, wall to the sofa
I'm supposed to post her, it's La Cosa
Then I pull her closer, hit her the poker