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 know what's gonna run up
We just wanna forever with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart phone in 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 it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
Dirty like the on a dump truck
Birds snuck through the security with nun
Adrenaline rush, the party jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

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

From everywhere around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too for spoons
Got a, routine cause I fiend for
But cha, shooting at the ring and the
Screaming, the world
Cause that girl love you
a few dreams to choose
But if they don't let you your shoe strings
They don't you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt other
In a city of where the vultures flutter
Now, mood a convenient excuse
there's gotta be something in the butter
Smother the before it gets discovered
One foot in the grave the other foot in the
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it screwed down
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an awesome

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

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