Luyện nghe bài hát Besos [Explicit]

One up
Never if the sun up
all love until 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
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
Shut the up
Trust don't occupy space with luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
like the wheels on a dump truck
Birds through the security with nun chucks
rush, the whole party 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 love the 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, 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 want you to
And if you're you can haunt each other
In a city of ghosts the vultures flutter
Now, mood swings a excuse
Seems there's 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 screwed down
It becomes pray to my
I it back 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 the people people
People
I love the way you love the people

People from everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
Hoping that you never me like I'm homeless
Unless it mean you about to see me with some
Or
Dominate the nomination where zone is
you thinkin, it's the reason we're in show biz
Work like a clown with the squirt loaded
Only thing being worse than is coke dick
got around, and now we call 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 I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother fucker 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 like a swarm of locusts
Hanky yanky doodle of America