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 believe in 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, it back and let me squeeze it
Go on me that pussy cat, I'mma take it home and feed it
If good as it looks, might go in raw and seed it
Pop a couple of these bands, she poppin' open G-string
wet as a pool, and Juicy J's in the deep end
Bands a make her dance, I don't tip till I see
And she ain't got no waist line, that ass as soft as a cushion
Damn I make it rain, all night that's a hurricane
Strip club run out of ones, I'm twenties I dont need change
Every time she it, I'm goin' off to my pocket
thousand in the air, I ain't worried I got it

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

[Verse 3: 2
I don't a fi-nuck, put it in her gin-uts
Hit a club, ran out of ones 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 a, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I give 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 contestent, I smoked a blunt for breakfast

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