Luyện nghe bài hát Stare

Seein' things isn't a good excuse
When you are just sitting right
I know you ain't gon' stare
things you never imagined
The up the air
I know you just gon' stare

Saint Laurent my
Reckless how I'm
new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang,
Day day 4-0
I might your ho
When I walk through the
he go, there he go

911, I 'em
My bitch just got to
Foreign, foreign, foreign,
We on Crenshaw
New McLaren or
Move and go forward
She be on all
You I be all for it

got through signin' a deal, uh
Just got poppin' the seal, ayy
She on the for a thrill, uh
She know that's somethin' I can give
Dolla don't no mo' kids, uh
Dolla want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don't want no mo'
Dolla just want some Ms, yeah

Skrrt, in a Benz, uh
Skeet, on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new
passed on a lick
Still got in the fridge
Ran it up on the
See you and shit

Seeing things isn't a enough excuse
When you are just sitting there
I know you ain't just stare
Bein' things you never
The up the air
I know you just gon' stare

Saint Laurent my
how I'm livin'
Brand new chain
Gang, gang, gang,
Day day 4-0
I take your ho
I walk through the door
There he go, he go

They got through semen
thot is suckin', you creamin'
'Cause hittin' it, gettin' it
Get ya here, he hittin' it
all business, baby
I got everything but lately
I just dabbled in real estate
24K on my plate
Yeah, that's all everything
over everything
Be best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could everything

Get you anything but a wedding
Pull up in Medellin
That white and that's Off-White
Guess the only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get act' right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that tight
Ay, I'm not them, I'm guy
Spaceships, I'm high
Superfly, I'm fly
So, why, psh

Seeing things a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right
I you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you imagined
The up the air
I know you ain't just stare

Keep goin' through phone
Keep stackin' up your (woo, woo)
ballin', let the money grow
Cris' smell like
a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we like niggas

All the shit that I through
I can't explain
Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang,
On the plane with my bad
to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I carry it
Lot of money, I might it
We ain't at the Marriott
Presidential, my residential
Need someone to clean her up
Smokin' soon as your man get up
She me 'cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the
And no, I can't say I blame her (uh)
I'm KK in the paper (yeah)

I'm coppin' a crib with no (ooh)
I'm takin' them with my haters (wow)
need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a (ooh)
Don't think I'm 'cause I'm famous (no)
My cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

Seeing things isn't a good excuse
When you are just sitting right
I know you ain't just stare
Bein' things you imagined
The up the air
I know you just gon' stare