Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird Club Banger
Tryin' to holla at you
One focus, one focus
Tryin' to hit thang, let's go

We make in the studio nightly
We out to get this money
We take in the winter in jet planes
To climates where it's

We got mami on the dance
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to balla
You can play hard, under pressure I'm
We playin' tight D, I'm in the like a G
say they gangstas but they ain't like me

Came from an environment, came I was
Then hit the see the range I was buyin'
Don't test drive like a whole whip like you
Shoving up pies, a whip that you should

Then the proceeds, waist about four G's
in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez
I'm tryin' to get the dame to
But she putting up a like Layla Ali

I told the lady I'll be the turnpike 80 in the fly V
name 40 on the wrist
Last name you afford me bitch
Get a bitch

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where sunny

We got on the dance floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

of pure, ros
Look like painted on the bottles
We throwin' money, we lookin' lotto's
I could cover chicks cheese like nachos

Fly out the cove, in the heat where
New to Miami bitch
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the
Got em' all they bitch bra

Got em' all shakin' tush like
I'ma givin' 'em a taste of the life
But I give 'em a taste of the liquor, a taste of the good bud
thing you know she'll be tastin' my good

I get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green
I see it, I it, I buy it
Baby I'm flyer then a
at his highest, climb it

We make hits in the studio
We out to get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where sunny

We got on the dance floor
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

are my homies? Up to no good
Where are my homies? Yup I'm so
up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt already
See my hoes are like my plates,

Act nil you it, move on strategic
The marbles man, yup the are heated
Cam pound a quart a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed rounds you're deceited

In the 90's, Z3,
Now in the the TVs watch TVs
Killen Killen, mo killen and then a purrs
Fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley

Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to
We the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to back
Mazirattis to back, come ride wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two fifties

We make in the studio nightly
We out to get this money
We trips in the winter in jet planes
To where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey