Luyện nghe bài hát Say I

All in of getting ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of getting high
And you might start to feel a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass nigga
Dont me no more (more) Im on my second fifth of liquor
Once Im powered up its hard for me to power
I fuck a up and put tears on him under ground
I went rags to riches, riches to racks
Top convertible, and Jags
Smoking me herbal, sipping me
Or should I say turtle cause its green and its
Ever since he was an infant he was around pimpin
He his first step, he walked with a limp-in
Manish hardheaded damn fool (damn foo)
His sucked his dick in high school (High School)
Expiali..Hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies the head wind
went to Jail on a Friday, get out until Tuesday
got a DUI for drinking too Louie, (bitch)

All in of getting ripped and gone
and youre gonna have to someone to drive you home
say I I I I I I I
all in of getting super high
and you might start to like a bird that can fly
say I I I I I I I

I, DUI, Why, I didnt even have to drive
Now, Im in for a crime, made bail, and I paid the fine
My lawyer, charged me ass prices,
DMV bout to my license
Insurance, is going up and when I go to court, I know Im
All this shit just for
Need a driver Im too drunk for thinkin
Two on the steering wheel,
Dont let a friend drink and drive if your real
Might crash the whip, might lose your
If I get too high
make sure Im making home safe and you do the same
Now lets get up and lose it man, bitch

All in favor of ripped and gone
And youre gonna to call someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of super high
And you might start to feel like a that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

Rolling so loud I wake up the neighbors
A I dont need no favor
You pussy so fuck a bitch
Now my cake up
My got an elevator, my new shoes is alligator
And every got a waiter wit it
And Im all about pouring up
While Im rolling the up
my wife about her make up,
Blow a pound when I up,
See the they dont want to race us
I do it big, do it A-Cup
Walk up in the club gonna bring some champagne
blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it
Spendin all this bank let it fuck hate
Real show love sound funny done it
All this money I lucked up
All Gin got me fucked up
Man I live the Taylor way
Drinking Bombay n lemonade up some paper planes

All in favor of ripped and gone
And youre gonna have to call to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All the favor of getting super
And you might start to feel like a that can fly
Say I I I I I I I