Luyện nghe bài hát Besos [Explicit]

One up
Never if the sun up
all love until the gubs see you come up
It's like a jungle never what's gonna run up
We just wanna live forever with the up
Barcelona, no got the bump up
Smart phone in the cops pull the gun up
Artichoke, heart's soft, my thug
Garçon, a cup of that young drunk
I ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me it plainly
the fuck up
Trust don't occupy with dumb luck
Hush, fuzz got the bus bugged up
Shh.
Dirty like the wheels on a truck
snuck through the security with nun chucks
Adrenaline rush, the whole jump up
I nut on her sponge butt

It people people
I love the way you love the people
People
I love the way you love the people
People
I the way you love the people people

From everywhere around
Uh uh
Now, too playa, too clean for
Got a, routine I fiend for structure
But cha, at the ring and the moon
Screaming, fuck the
that girl don't love you
There's a few to choose
But if they don't let you keep your strings
They want you to suffer
And if you're blessed you can haunt each
In a city of ghosts where the flutter
Now, mood a convenient excuse
Seems there's be something in the butter
the fire before it gets discovered
One in the grave the other foot in the gutter
Uh, boosting any thing, if it ain't screwed down
It becomes to my hunger
I take it back to my bunker
Stay cool everybody, have an summer

people
I love the way you love the people
People
I love the way you love the people
people
I love the way you the people people

People from everywhere gather
Uh uh
Now
Bonus, me and my
that you never treat me like I'm homeless
Unless it mean you about to see me some donuts
Or
Dominate the where your zone is
you thinkin, it's the reason we're in show biz
Work like a clown with the squirt loaded
Only thing being worse lonely is coke dick
Word got around, and now we call you fish
You was pissing in own bowl of porridge
When I across the ocean on the back of a tortoise
Never see try to act I'm gorgeous
Greasy mother fucker make it party with the
Tweet a picture of my to the POTUS
Roll my weed in the papers of some old notice
Is the police came like a swarm of
panky yanky doodle of America