Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You sell for me

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

What if the sky and the are for show
And the are watching live
From the purple
went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we grew tired
Nothing
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and fall you
My god giving me
pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

you been gone
I having withdrawals
You were such a habit to
I ain't myself at all had to tell naw
She's better some fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was in awe
into 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 of body
That would intimidate
Any of 'em that un-southern
Not me
If models are for modeling
girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch and we can huddle then
Who needs friend
I need to your hand
You'd need no 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 being
For heaven's go to hell
Knock on wood
good at being bad
You're bad at good
For heaven's go to hell
Knock knock knock knock on

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