Luyện nghe bài hát Having Sex

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

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

[Verse 2:
I in having sex, bitch 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 fuck around 'bout the cabbage
Them hoes sweet, average
J know the mango Juicy, he love my big ol'
Louboutins bake my cookie, Bugatti no hooptie
If I let you feature my movie, my legs wrapped my neck
If I let you in my movie, somebody cuttin' me a big check
Hoodrich, he got a dick
I'm Auquafina make 'em in it
I wanna his third leg while he's strokin' it
Throw my face in the pillow while he it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, me good throw me deep dick
Lets put this shit on Instagram, it's J and Trina bitch

[Verse 3: 2
I don't give a fi-nuck, put it in her
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 give a, I don't give a, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
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, lady killer, b-b-b-bust a nut on her, and
sittin', (damn)

OK now next contestent, I a blunt for breakfast

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