Luyện nghe bài hát Glass House

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Don't you wanna rest that ass in this house.
Don't, don't you wanna that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this house.
If you aint suckin or than get yo ass out.

Dash digital critical
Hate to make it so blatant
But I playing
Maybe you got me
With one of other dudes.
I none of them.
they breath mumbling.
Scared to them hoes what it is.
You put in that position.
I chill with all baller fishing
You fucked and you caught a shark.
Cold hard, tear feelings apart.
I'm more focused on getting my powder-coated.
One of the dopest, I'm one
You just ibuprofen, is you smoking?
Them bogus growers, they got you
The open, you can hide with them suckas
Or ride low and get higher a motherfucka!

Straight stunting, sucka niggas I take them.
They that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they gonna bake something, frontin'.
Smoking it off the eighth
Get it twisted because you see me on computer screen
because you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leaving they lame to ride with us
Planes everything in the fly we trust.
Just by the it's obvious
That my connect come from
Im good as the money piling up
All the while im quick lane pimping
Big jane
Walking how I talk it that's Pittsburgh pimping.

Now I was candy coated, corners
55th wheelin' made a killin' the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', plush linen
Is you fucking, is you
I was cuz if not
Don't be on my buttons in my cutlass
Unless you cuttin'. Bitch I'm just
I aint tricking is the reason that this flick playing
Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the
Southern call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends, I em' all
What you mean you nasty
Why the you came
Just what you got to do to get up in my plane.
pimp mouth piece frigid
Dolomite out of
Show you right, can you dig it,