Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You sell for me

What do you think my is made for
Is it just a for the mind
This grey matter
Sensei replied is your woman
Is she a container for the child
That soft matter
Cotton candy Buu
Close my and fall into you
My god giving me pleasure

if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching
From the matter
Sensei quiet then violent
And we sparred until we grew tired
mattered
Cotton maajin bu
Dim the lights and into you
My god me pleasure
pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

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

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

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

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