Luyện nghe bài hát The Mood

Shades my eyes
Make the creepers back at themselves
stuck in emotional bliss
The skinny model rub coke on the gums

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

No one talks, in the mood
No one talks, it out, lost in the mood

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

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

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

And she will her friend for me
So funny how the starving are
Naked is honest
Her hands all over my privates, lost in the

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

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