Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' yeah's
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain Birken bag bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' .30's)
Pour drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah

1]
I love that to death
She did some that I can't let slide
She know we slide
We be tearin' up set, no lie
She know that I got shit
She to get her wet and high
She not that I don't tolerate no (Boom, bow)
Hit him that fire
rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad wit' a lotta (Let's go)
Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, go)
Everybody that talk know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't be together for to make some millions (i know)
She was my friend and I wind up hittin' it (That's right)
But out me can't get no (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, (And Prada)
Bitch tryna her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
bike Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin' booze bike rider (Huh)
Young totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I'm (Errrf)

Balmain witcho a bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I ready
I get her out my head
The way you me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah,
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's that Blasian, yeah,

2]
Three lortabs I her two
I had five I was take
Yah-yah, I do to you?
the fuck is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off drink
I might learn another
a Xan, now I can't think
And I'm not knowin' my main one
my ex from the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she
To keep it real, she don't know where she
Society where people be dyin'
I'm in the nawf where my on the line
I'm wit' my niggas, got iron
Blasian, no, honey you
We not and she not even tryin'
I her a slime (Slatt)

Balmain witcho Birken bag but you cool up on ass
I told you 'cause I wasn't ready
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I be wit'
I feel no when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah,
We high off codeine, yeah, (We high off Codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah,