Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You could for me

What do you think my brain is for
Is it a container for the mind
This great grey
Sensei replied what is your
Is she just a for the child
That pink matter
Cotton Majin Buu
my eyes 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
went quiet then violent
And we sparred we both grew tired
Nothing
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and into you
My god me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

Since you been
I been withdrawals
You were such a habit to
I ain't myself at all had to myself naw
She's better with some with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was in awe
Hopped my car drove far
Far's too and I remember
My no sharp
Butter knife what a anyway
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 made for
Thick are made for cuddlin'
Switch and we can huddle then
Who another friend
I need to hold hand
You'd need no man
flee to other lands

Grey
Blue to be my favorite color
Now I got no choice
matter

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

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