Luyện nghe bài hát Hands on Experience

[mr.
Girls, girls, girls,
My right hand I
Spankin on my sheets till I cum no more
I'm on a five-a-day plan, then I'm hands
Not really carin my sticky white lands
I'm half-asleep, you calm me captain
'cause I be cummin on quilts until my wilts
Then I'm in the shower, jergens and
Right named palmer, left hand
the artifacts, I come on wit the cum on
Might jerkin work, lookin up too skirts
I nut on after I huff the dutch
The ten pack pocket tissue in the clutch
So put on the kristy-kenya
That's nuts a day, and one more to go

Check check check
sir,
I have been an avid reader of your magazine for many now
But up until today I haven't had an as really worthy of this column
The solo jux avidly to repeat
I felt weak, felt like we havin sex for a week
I wanna spark the bottle, it but I don't have a sheet
So inevitably I pull out of the
Just for an that I'm huggin up a plug wit no socket
Now how soundly she slept I fume
Vexed about the fact I nut off
up, balls blue, painful
I know when woke she's disdainful
Time to up wit plan d for desparation
out the love monkey and shot off to the titties' location
At least in direction
Upon further inspection, she awoke splashed in the section
Shook by the goods

"think-i-think I gotta" *cut and scratched*
"just beat it" "jerkin jimmy but you still can't come off" [phife]
"i thought I had it in the of my hand"
"just give me the and I'll be straight
If you don't, fuck it I'll masturbate" e]

[mr. eon] *rapping in voice*
All day I like to stroke it, then I it
And be ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, are you alive little man
Got on experience 'cause I jerk alot
Exotic hand creams what I got
And a porno collection about the of jada sulton
When I movies, it's usually out in fulton
Then I take it home and spank it, and wipe it a napkin
Yo I to jerk like ? love to hack
And maybe a must like a kitty cat's purr
I've been to fuck my girl than jerk off next to her
Keep it real, yo yo bob stop stop and come do your lyrics

I go solo wit my hand so you can me han solo
Slap my skins, so call me bobby bongos
Auto-matic, for my peepee
Hit a vital nerve, lick her tits,
Jergens dry, no lotion for my hand
cry, dry your eye
Here's a towel, my hands move constipated bowels
I extra far if a girl talks foul
my chicken, slap my wanker
A girl lets me watch her her tits out while I'm spankin
I'll thank her, ah check it out
I'm harder than the hardest artist can get
Kbl in the place, workin a
Doin strokin off until the twinkie gush
Until they amputate my hands I won't sweat the
Unless she wants to, then worry about gettin, the monster
So I'd rather the unwanted pregnancy
The headaches of an attachment
I live my own world where anything goes
Besides the longer I go sex
The closer bobbin my boloney comes to feelin like the thing
twice about walkin barefoot on my bedroom floor
Yo mi, hit me up wit a
I'm to bed man, I'm out