Luyện nghe bài hát Besos [Explicit]

One up
Never if the sun up
It's all until the gubs see you come up
like a jungle never know what's gonna run up
We just wanna live with the thumbs up
Barcelona, no stops got the up
Smart phone in case the cops the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, bring a cup of young drunk
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me it plainly
Shut the up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a truck
Birds snuck the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole jump up
I flood nut on her butt

It goes 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

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

People
I love the way you love the people
people
I love the way you love the people
people
I the way you love the people 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 where your is
What you thinkin, the reason we're in show biz
Work like a with the squirt guns loaded
Only being worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we you blow fish
You was in your 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 make it party with the Socs
Tweet a of my penis to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the police came like a of locusts
Hanky panky yanky doodle of