Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

B.o.B. the guitar
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B.o.B. play the
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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a
My retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to after school it
on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't walk with us
I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
This is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there ain't no signal on my
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar like Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the

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Man, I having this re-occurring image where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with strange cigar
He's standing on top of Donuts, it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Want It"
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
Blowing tiger stripe with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up arms and hands
Now and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us time
Excuse me if I'm no
to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're
You will finally realize that meant you no harm
They was to save your crazy ass from what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My partners say I practice more, I know
They be saying I like I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in tune Do you laugh in tune?"

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