Luyện nghe bài hát Mustard Man

Mustard uhh

A story that I rather not told
Of a mayhem!

I'm and I'm running in my sleep
mustard man
He chases me 'til the last
And fucks me in his mini van

Mustard man whoa, bow down
I must you
I am on the
Bowing to your mustard
your ass at the end of it
I march for you mustard man; ill stay true

Wu, Wu when I shit, I try to run away, mustard man whipped me with his mustard chain,
And his mustard pissed in my face
And I Mustard... disease!

You think it's hot, but try on theese jeans of whicker,
And they've got fleas,
in my dreams. Whoa!

Mustard god I'm on my bowing for you it's hot
I pleasure, won't you please serve me twice tonight I need
Wu, Wu
Mustard seeds I set up in my head
Jam them with some sugarcane, pleasured so and I feel the pain

Wu Wu mustard makes me cry, I it.

I'd rather die eat mustard flies, in a bowl of shit stains, snot and die
You don't know how it feels to have a girl my heart.
And rip it out, into
rather fuck mustard, never!

Mustard God, don't take from me, the pleasure of a young girl,
Who I'm marry
You!

got a broken heart from a mustard girl
She rocks my world, and now I'm allergic and on my and perverted

Mustard down loads in my wrong, I need a piece of
A log can feel my hands mustard,
Wu, Wu, I don't need that I custard, um

Marching for Mr.

Urh, uh, oh, oh yeah...