Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' hoes we go
Taylor Gang, paper
Uh, they lovin' I say
Tell her count
What you other speak bout

1]
Lamborghini dreams, beach wishes
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach house
It ain't new to me, the money boy I been
Throwin on the floor, I tell her keep count
Nigga, they in wit what I say
Cuz I, really live the life you other niggaz speak
Got my man, he down to do a movie for me
Couple niggaz round us, to do the shootin' for me
I'm still ridin' wit my bitch
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old playin'
She love me, we fuck and we in the zone
some niggaz will captain-save-it
I let her shop till she dead
Sleepin' in her crib, up to decent pot plan
Jordan shorts and a pear of socks, blazin'
Wit yo bitch, you wanna live this

I'm glad to be here, I waitin' so long (so long, so long)
I finally found me a to float on (float on)
And float on (float on)
on (float on)
And float on (float on)
on, float on, float on
And I don't have much, but I'll take all I got and what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn, and the I live (life I live)
I'm so gone as I burn rolling (after rolling)
And float on, and float on, and on

2]
Talk numbers, I people to speak for me
If you love her, hide your bitch so you keep shorty
fly private
So much diamonds in my chain, hella sky
I fell asleep on a
And never woke up, and now I'm living a
Suckas hate hard, hoes me like I'm a king
wanna live comfortably, sippin on champagne
Real niggaz fuck with me, so drama is not a
I gave my momma the
Told her anything to through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this potent
Hotel so close to the
You can here the ocean
Them bitches can't
of them niggaz wit tattoo sleeves

3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they that I keep flavors
me how them other niggaz lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she with the Taylors
Wear and smoke papers
iPhone no ringtones
Vibrate or on mode
trees and bomb pre-rolls
The weed burnin, but the just fold
While I'm at you niggaz face
Light another L, and pull the out the case
Niggaz try and fail, see me now wanna hate
Fly plane, a different city, another state
My cash the forecast
As the team was half-baked class
Now I smoke joints wit others hoes, and this shit you burn after you roll