Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the peaches and the
You sell for me

What do you think my is made for
Is it just a for the mind
This grey matter
Sensei replied what is your
Is she a container for the child
soft pink matter
Cotton candy Buu
Close my eyes and fall you
My god giving me pleasure

if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are watching
From the purple
Sensei quiet then violent
And we sparred until we both grew
Nothing
candy maajin bu
Dim the lights and fall you
My god giving me
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure matter

Since you gone
I having withdrawals
You were such a habit to
I ain't at all had to tell myself 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 building y'all a stop
am I Hemingway
She had the kind of
That probably intimidate
Any of 'em that were
Not me
If are made for modeling
Thick are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can then
Who another friend
I to hold your hand
You'd need no man
flee to other lands

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

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

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