Luyện nghe bài hát The Mood

Shades my eyes
Make the creepers look at themselves
Sittin' in emotional bliss
The skinny model girls rub coke on the

Tap my knee, I'm keepin' the
The young and wild chances together
They all jump up, twist and
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin'

No one talks, lost in the
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the

Hey, there's a hunger in the
The moonlight kissing the on the model frame
I kissed her inner
my eye, she began to make me fit

She to go the mile, all the while
I can see her tear bit, I forgot her
that sounds like Penelope
Maybe a French to it

Her tongue was quick, she was French I it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to
She like young nigga vibe, my brown skin
My out 'fro, I'm king to her

And she will please her for me
So funny how the starving are
Naked is always
Her all over my privates, lost in the mood

No one talks, lost in the
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the

But no one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the