Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You could for me

What do you my brain is made for
Is it just a for the mind
This great grey
replied what is your woman
Is she just a container for the
That soft matter
Cotton Majin Buu
my eyes and fall into you
My god she's giving me

if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching
From the purple
Sensei went quiet then
And we sparred we both 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 having
You such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to tell naw
She's better some fella with a regular job
I didn't get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped into my car far
too close and I remember
My memories no
knife what a life anyway
I'm building a clock stop
am I Hemingway
She had the of body
That would intimidate
Any of 'em were un-southern
Not me
If models are made for
Thick girls are for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can then
Who needs friend
I need to hold hand
You'd no other man
We'd to other lands

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

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

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