Luyện nghe bài hát Having Sex

If you believe in 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 believe in having sex say "hell 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 pussy cat, I'mma take it home and feed it
If it's good as it looks, go in raw and seed it
Pop a couple of these bands, she poppin' that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool, and Juicy J's in the end
a make her dance, I don't tip till I see pussy
And she ain't got no waist line, that ass as as a seat cushion
Damn right I it rain, all night that's a hurricane
Strip club run out of ones, I'm twenties I dont need change
Every time she drop it, I'm goin' off to my
Fifty thousand in the air, I worried I got it

[Verse 2:
I in having sex, bitch I'm Miss America
I do I wanna do, and I fuck him in my Panamera
Uh yea, fat bitch, see no bra, savage
I don't even fuck around the cabbage
Them hoes just sweet,
J know the Juicy, he love my big ol' booty
Louboutins bake my cookie, Bugatti no hooptie
If I let you feature my movie, my wrapped around my neck
If I let you in my movie, somebody cuttin' me a big check
Hoodrich, he got a donkey
I'm Auquafina 'em dive in it
I wanna feel his third leg while he's it
Throw my in the pillow while he crankin' it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, stroke me throw me deep dick
Lets put this shit on Instagram, 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 give a fi-nuck, put in her
I don't a, I don't give a, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't give a fi-nuck, put in her
Hit a strip club, ran out of so now I got to re-up
Sex pistol, lady killer, a nut on her, and that's
sittin', (damn)

OK now next contestent, I smoked a for breakfast

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