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

1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me 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 it home and feed it
If it's good as it looks, might go in raw and it
Pop a couple of these bands, she poppin' that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool, and J's in the deep end
a make her dance, I don't tip till I see pussy
And she ain't got no waist line, that ass as soft as a seat
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 she drop it, I'm goin' off to my pocket
Fifty thousand in the air, I worried 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, see no bra, savage
I even fuck around 'bout the cabbage
hoes just 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 wrapped around 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 he's strokin' it
Throw my face in the while he crankin' it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, stroke me good throw me dick
Lets put this on Instagram, it's Juicy 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 don't a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
I don't 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, 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, I'll be somewhere 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, wall to the
I'm supposed to her, it's La Cosa Nostra
Then I pull her closer, hit her the poker