Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter

And the and the mangos
You could for me

What do you think my is made for
Is it just a for the mind
This great matter
Sensei replied is your woman
Is she a container for the child
soft pink matter
Cotton Majin Buu
Close my eyes and into you
My god she's giving me

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

Since you been
I having withdrawals
You were such a to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell naw
better with some fella with a regular job
I didn't wanna get her
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was in awe
into my car drove far
Far's too and I remember
My memories no
Butter knife what a life
I'm building y'all a clock
What am I
She had the of body
would probably intimidate
Any of 'em that un-southern
Not me
If models are for modeling
Thick girls are for cuddlin'
worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another
I need to hold hand
You'd need no man
We'd flee to other

Grey
Blue used to be my favorite
Now I ain't got no
Blue

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

Well frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin'
Make her the muhfuckin' wood
Make her walk the muhfuckin'
her rob a muhfuckin' bank
With no on and a rusty revolver