Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter

And the and the mangos
You sell for me

What do you think my brain is for
Is it a container for the mind
This great matter
Sensei replied what is woman
Is she just a for the child
soft pink matter
Cotton Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall you
My god giving me pleasure

What if the sky and the are for show
And the are watching live
From the purple
Sensei went then violent
And we sparred until we grew tired
Nothing
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and fall you
My god giving me
pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

Since you gone
I having withdrawals
You were a habit to call
I ain't at all had to tell myself naw
She's with some fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe
into my car drove far
Far's too close and I
My no sharp
Butter knife what a life
I'm building y'all a clock
am I Hemingway
She had the of body
That would probably
Any of 'em that un-southern
Not me
If are made for modeling
girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch and we can huddle then
Who another friend
I need to hold your
need no other man
We'd to other lands

matter
Blue used to be my favorite
Now I got no choice
Blue

good at being bad
You're bad at being
For sakes go to hell
knock on wood
You're good at bad
You're bad at being
For heaven's go to hell
Knock knock knock on wood

Well frankly when ocean so muhfuckin' good
her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her the muhfuckin' plank
Make her rob a muhfuckin'
With no on and a rusty revolver