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 never know what's 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 tough
Garçon, bring a cup of that young
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me up
Wait, let me state it
Shut the up
Trust occupy space with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the tour bus up
Shh.
like the wheels on a dump truck
Birds snuck the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

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 clean for
Got a, cause I fiend for structure
But cha, shooting at the and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
that girl don't love you
There's a few dreams to
But if they don't let you keep your shoe
They don't you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can each other
In a city of ghosts where the vultures
Now, mood a convenient excuse
there's gotta be something in the butter
Smother the before it gets discovered
One in the grave 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 cool everybody, have an 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 the people people

People from gather around
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you never treat me like I'm
Unless it mean you to see me with some donuts
Or
Dominate the nomination where zone is
What you thinkin, it's the reason in show biz
Work like a clown the squirt guns loaded
Only being worse than lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we call you fish
You was pissing in your own of porridge
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 with the
Tweet a of my penis to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of some old eviction
Is the police came like a swarm of
Hanky panky yanky doodle of