Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter

And the peaches and the
You sell for me

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

What if the sky and the are for show
And the aliens are watching
From the matter
went quiet then violent
And we until we both grew tired
mattered
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and fall you
My god giving me
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

Since you gone
I having withdrawals
You such a habit to call
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's with some fella with a regular job
I didn't get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped 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
That would probably
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 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 ain't got no
matter

You're good at bad
bad at being good
For sakes go to hell
Knock knock on
You're at being bad
You're bad at good
For sakes 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 mask on and a rusty