Luyện nghe bài hát Besos [Explicit]

One up
Never if the sun up
It's all love the gubs see you come up
It's like a jungle never know gonna run up
We just wanna live forever the thumbs up
Barcelona, no stops got the up
phone in case the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, a cup of that young drunk
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't space with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
Dirty like the on a dump truck
Birds snuck through the security nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the party jump up
I flood nut on her sponge

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

From everywhere around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too for spoons
Got a, cause I fiend for structure
But cha, at the ring and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
Cause that girl love you
a few dreams to choose
But if they don't let you keep your strings
They want you to suffer
And if blessed you can haunt each other
In a of ghosts where the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a excuse
Seems there's be something in the butter
Smother the fire before it discovered
One foot in the grave the other in the gutter
Uh, boosting any thing, if it ain't screwed down
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, an awesome summer

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

People everywhere gather around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping you never treat me like I'm homeless
Unless it mean you about to see me with some
Or
Dominate the where your zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
like a clown with the squirt guns loaded
Only being worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we you blow fish
You was pissing in own bowl of porridge
When I rode the ocean on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act like I'm
Greasy mother fucker it party with the Socs
Tweet a picture of my penis to the
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the police came like a of locusts
Hanky panky yanky doodle of