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 a container for the mind
This great matter
Sensei replied what is woman
Is she just a container for the
That pink matter
Cotton candy Buu
Close my eyes and into you
My god she's giving me

What if the sky and the are for show
And the are watching live
the purple matter
Sensei quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both tired
mattered
Cotton maajin bu
Dim the and fall into you
My god giving me
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

Since you been
I been having
You such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell naw
She's better with some fella a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped into my car far
too close and I remember
My no sharp
Butter knife what a life
I'm y'all a clock stop
am I Hemingway
She had the kind of
That would probably
Any of 'em were un-southern
Not me
If models are made for
Thick are made for cuddlin'
Switch and we can huddle then
Who needs friend
I need to hold hand
need no other man
We'd flee to lands

matter
Blue used to be my favorite
Now I got no choice
Blue

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

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