Luyện nghe bài hát Besos

One up
Never if the sun up
all love until the gubs see you come up
It's like a never know what's gonna run up
We just live forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart in case the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, bring a cup of that drunk
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me state it
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty the wheels on a dump truck
snuck through the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

It people people
I love the way you love the people
people
I love the way you love the people
People
I love the way you love the people

From everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine cause I for structure
But cha, shooting at the and the moon
Screaming, the world
Cause that don't love you
There's a few dreams to
But if don't let you keep your shoe strings
They want you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt each
In a city of ghosts where the vultures
Now, swings a convenient excuse
Seems gotta be something in the butter
Smother the fire it gets discovered
One foot in the the other foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't down
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my underground
Stay everybody, have an awesome summer

people
I the way you love the people people
People
I the way you love the people people
People
I love the way you the people people

People from everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping you never treat me like I'm homeless
Unless it you about to see me with some donuts
Or
the nomination where your zone is
What you thinkin, the reason we're in show biz
Work like a clown with the squirt guns
Only thing being than lonely is coke dick
got around, and now we call you blow fish
You was pissing in your own of porridge
When I rode across the ocean on the of a tortoise
Never see try to act I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother fucker make it party with the
Tweet a picture of my to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of old eviction notice
Is the police came a swarm of locusts
Hanky panky yanky of America