Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the morning and it showers
And probably hookin' up with that girl
That's been, two-wayin' you all
Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can around
It's okay to check in that 6, $59.95
Not a more, for that dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by convenience store
And pick up rubbers magnum I hope
This is Faizon and I love hoes
I just pay 'em}

Cut up, know we that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em

I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna it in the L.A.C.
So later on we'll be
Drop-tops I'm yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I 'em
When I catch you at the game game at the A.U.C.
That on we'd be bonin'
Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back
No wonder why you up swollen

I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, coochie
Comin' at the in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a hour and a half, the spectacular splash
On the back and leave it down the crack of her ass
me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty soft as silly putty
Killin' for money, still a thug get bump from pokin'
And locomotion bunnies for threesome getcha buddy
I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut

Tan so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo'
the ratio of men to women
And to men when down south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while in yo' mouth
So we that

C-c-cut up, know we that, get that cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each
And I hope we be the thang freaks
We can get the mattress
Handlin' while I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and off another session again
I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the
The from the East is the shit
And the in the West is the best
But Twista them Chicago and South hoes

Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a day
Cum six times but seven today
Ludacris in the back of Chevrolet
my name?
So I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers really to gain
Nothin' but hatin' and a of disgust
So must, stay Adrenaline Rush
why they don't be bustin' the same

I'm clutchin' my
in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up
Shorty, run from it
She give me the I'm breakin' it off
I can tell a by the way that she walk
Fatty flickin' like it was on it
Peep how this got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
Wanna smoke I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love

C-c-cut up, know we that, get that cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the
Makin' you stutter from the butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles pop
The models that willin', up under my pillow stayin' strapped up
If it tickles in the middle Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So give me the you gettin' wrapped up
Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and
Ya duty's to figure the booty's slapped up

I love them chicks that be as a loaf of bread
as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can a video
But I got the bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha buddy
Come on and dip up the hideout with Twist'
But we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
Because now you gots to out bitch

Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? That's what askin' me
Hit skins, catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, yo' fantasies
In yo condition I'm you'll take a lickin'
And keep on from thicker thighs
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her
And you can tell she's a five, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get cut up
Freaky thangs, we be 'em
Get cut up, cut up
thangs, we be bout 'em

Cut up, brains in the Range
We love to cut up we like them freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try,
'Cause I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a get a little cut up girl
Cut up, gettin' in the Range
We love to cut up 'cause we like freaky thangs
I like it when you let me try,
girl I ain't got nothin' but time
Let a nigga get a cut up girl

I from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal is clean, yo' majesty
Can it be, E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince of insanity
I'm lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night long
We not stoppin', I don't care if the watchin'
I it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer
Tally whacker is a rock storm trooper with a purple helmet
Made for crushin' pink
goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies
And fat women because they love too
So go on big girl, whatchu do?