Luyện nghe bài hát Hold Cutz

[Timbaland -
Uh, what's up
Why you on me?
I thought we was that
me?
Alright let me to ya, uh

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs]
C'mon baby what's the up
You carryin me like your folder
I your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby what's the up
You me like your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cuts
Why you keep me the cold shoulder?
(Cause I'm fly)

[Verse 1 -
When I'm alone in my room, I stare at the wall
And I think of times when you was lickin my balls
I never came in your face, you said you the taste
a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate
You comfortable now? You your toes massaged
I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da
With your favorite song, you need to take off the
Go head, nibble on my neck, doin it wrong
We be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like you smile
I'll be in next week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my choice of
See I'm than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so
It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky"
I put a hot dog in your bum that to make you cum

[Verse 2 -
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage
And I told her, don't me again
Actin the vaughn a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back
Just some ruled paper and my ball point pen
Crackers, juice, and my cranberry Benz
We circle my and we do it again
Now let's fast forward to my living flo'
Where we was freakin and she speakin about to go
I slap broke my watch cause this ho
She like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a teenage
And I her, don't hurt me again
Can't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man,

[Verse 3 -
Tell me if she it and if not
Girl is this spot?
I never cum in second, reppin for camel lot
And when I was a kid, I used to in the bushes
Only time I turn it down is when you use dush
You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and pussy is fly
It's a Hall of Fame baby, gonna retire
And I aspire to be of convenience for you
But we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living
You my pimperation, do I calm your frustration?
Never bein pleased, so you settle with
I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm when cuttin
Give me minutes, guarantee you'll be comin and cummin