Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You could for me

do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the
great grey matter
Sensei replied what is your
Is she just a for the child
That pink matter
candy Majin Buu
Close my and fall into you
My god she's giving me

What if the sky and the stars are for
And the aliens are watching
From the purple
Sensei went quiet violent
And we sparred we both grew tired
mattered
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and into you
My god giving me
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

Since you gone
I been having
You such a habit to call
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's better with some fella with a job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped into my car far
Far's too and I remember
My no sharp
knife what a life anyway
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 models are made for
Thick girls are for cuddlin'
worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs friend
I need to your hand
You'd need no man
We'd to other lands

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

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

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