Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the peaches and the
You sell for me

do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the
This great matter
Sensei replied what is woman
Is she a container for the child
That soft pink
candy Majin Buu
Close my eyes and fall you
My god giving me pleasure

What if the sky and the are for show
And the aliens are live
From the purple
Sensei went quiet violent
And we sparred until we both tired
mattered
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and into you
My god me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

Since you gone
I having withdrawals
You were such a habit to
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
better with some fella with a regular job
I didn't wanna get her
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped my car drove far
too close and I remember
My memories no
Butter knife a life anyway
I'm building a clock stop
What am I
She had the of body
That would intimidate
Any of 'em that were
Not me
If are made for modeling
Thick are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can huddle
Who needs another
I to hold your hand
You'd need no man
We'd to other lands

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

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

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