Luyện nghe bài hát BBS

This gold BBS flow.
Plastic Nike air tags on original IV's
Niggas is z'ed on mans, and i'm rollin an Oh
Leave em sleep, I don't need them suckas to me
a bong for everything except the kitchen sink
Underneath witch I keep a set of Andy's
I could fix my line in we go over by them bitches
A quick something can't get the back
I don't know where I left my mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living
We just chilling so don't come around here, toughin'
Runnin' after
up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up.
The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker all.
Haters is in safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't catch me there, but you can catch me on air when my new premier
At whatever media outlet decide to play it
Fuck playin' dead imma play the bear, grizzle
Seriously fish burn turn flip styles, furiously, this that 70's soul green Alchemistry, amen been a G since but he lames big cuffin their jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird assholes, running circles around em, they rotisserie chickens
Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold build your own coffin it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
They tell us for the ones I was fuckin
The crib for the one I was gonna get right back
It's easy to get tangled in the stars, spangled, mangled in the life, livin out my bars, dangerous.