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 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 ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me it plainly
the fuck up
Trust occupy space with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty the wheels on a dump truck
Birds snuck through the security with nun
rush, the whole party jump up
I flood nut on her butt

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

From gather around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too for spoons
Got a, routine I fiend for structure
But cha, shooting at the ring and the
Screaming, fuck the
Cause girl don't love you
There's a few dreams to
But if they don't let you keep your strings
They don't you to suffer
And if blessed you can haunt each other
In a city of ghosts where the vultures
Now, mood swings a excuse
Seems gotta be something in the butter
the fire before it gets discovered
One in the grave the other foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any loose thing, if it ain't screwed
It becomes pray to my
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an summer

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

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