Luyện nghe bài hát Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the and it light showers
And you're hookin' up with that girl
That's been, you all week
Her baby, out of town so, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in Motel 6, $59.95
Not a cent more, for dirty-ass ho
Yeah, stop by convenience store
And pick up them rubbers magnum I
This is Faizon Love and I love
I don't pay 'em}

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

I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you kick it in the L.A.C.
So on we'll be rollin'
Drop-tops I'm yo' hot spots I'm top notch
My niggaz never listen but I 'em
I catch you at the game runnin' 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 fatty in a Caddy so back it up fast
Hit it a and a half, watch the spectacular splash
On the back and it drippin' down the crack of her ass
Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty as silly putty
Killin' for money, a thug get bump from some pokin'
And locomotion hittin' for threesome getcha buddy
When I'm feelin' scummy I to cut

Tan skin so, soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse
Smell the aroma of a dingaling king when I'm in yo' house
the ratio of men to women
And women to men when south
Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos while they 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 other
And I we be the same thang freaks
We can get the goin'
Handlin' business I bang bang skeet
Wash the dick off and kick off another again
I can 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
The from the East is the shit
And the in the West is the best
But Twista love them Chicago and South

up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
Cum six but it's seven today
in the back of your Chevrolet
What's my
So magical I come and the game
You motherfuckers really lust to
Nothin' but and a look of disgust
So it's must, Adrenaline Rush
Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the

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

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

Bubble, bubble is in the bathtub
Makin' you stutter the b-body butters and backrubs
It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to
So give me the rope you 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
Long as I can still her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can a video
But I got the radio bumpin' Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up cutty buddy
Come on and dip up through the hideout with
But after we do what we gon' do purse and get together
Because now you gots to out bitch

Oh 'Cris, can you do it That's what they askin' me
Hit skins, catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my
Sip gin, fulfillin' yo'
In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll a lickin'
And keep on tickin' from thighs
Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, take a look in her eyes
And you can tell she's a figure five, 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

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

I come from the eighth in the 19th galaxy
Where the royal penis is clean, yo'
Can it be, E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?
I'm the Prince of insanity
I'm good lovin', body-rockin', boots all night long
We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids
I stir it like coffee and brown sugar
Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, music producer
Tally whacker is a hard storm trooper with a purple helmet
for crushin' pink cookies
Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and
And fat women they need love too
So go on big girl, gon' do?