Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' yeah's
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain witcho Birken bag bae you on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't
I get her out my head
The way you me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I no pain when I be high and I be fresher than 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 off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's that Blasian, yeah,

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

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

2]
Three I gave her two
I had five I was gon'
Yah-yah, what I do to
the fuck is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off that
I learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can't
And I'm not knowin' where my one
Bought my ex from the
tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'
To it real, she don't know where she ridin'
where them people be dyin'
I'm in the nawf where my on the line
I'm wit' my niggas, everybody got
Blasian, no, you fine
We not and she not even tryin'
I her a slime (Slatt)

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