Luyện nghe bài hát Having Sex

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

[Verse 1: J]
throw me that ass, hold up let me see it
Pop it let me it, bring it back and let me squeeze 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 these bands, she open that 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 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
time she drop it, I'm goin' off to my pocket
Fifty thousand in the air, I ain't I got it

[Verse 2:
I believe in having sex, bitch I'm Miss
I do want I wanna do, and I fuck him in my
Uh yea, fat bitch, don't see no bra,
I don't even fuck 'bout the cabbage
Them hoes sweet, average
J the mango Juicy, he love my big ol' booty
Louboutins my cookie, Bugatti bitch 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 donkey
I'm Auquafina make 'em in it
I wanna his third leg while he's strokin' it
my face in the pillow while he crankin' it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, me good throw me deep dick
Lets put this on Instagram, it's Juicy J and Trina bitch

[Verse 3: 2
I give a fi-nuck, put it in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of ones so now I got to
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, lady killer, b-b-b-bust a nut on her, and
sittin', (damn)

OK now contestent, I smoked a blunt for breakfast

on her chest, and thats a fuckin' necklace
By the time you get back, I'll be somewhere 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 supposed to post her, it's La Cosa
I pull her closer, hit her with the poker