Luyện nghe bài hát Art Of Uff

I know, I
You're so tired to about what I do
About what I
What I
I cook for my husband
All the I do
All the shit I got for
It's just it's all about me
Me, me, me all the
I so you
But what
Me and my stupid
Me and my
With only tracks a year
And they still about me

(one, two, three)
Let me this beat
I am the one call Uff
I am the diamond in the
I came to fuck up
You Paris is on the map
We got the sound
Your kid is all our tracks
The verses please mom
You might have seen me on the
my cowboy boots
Kicking the crowd
With my hip hop
I get higher and
Each you're playing my track
sound is smacking your ass
My voice is your heart
So your head, you silly bitch
I know you're the heat
The noise is through your spinal column
Down to your
got to let yourself go
Uffie is you out
A place you've never before
And you might come back
Here is my flight suit
Your ears hurt a bit
But I'll sure you get a treat
When we fly off this
It's time to return your seat to the position
You will find me available to your questions
That's some good crackers you bring here, son
Serious, these are the best crackers I've in along time
Can you put cheese on it for me?
something at me when it's ready
Yes I can it to you bitch
But can you handle this
You wanna the sweetest lips
And fly me on the trip
This Uff is about to make your sleazy dreams come true
Even the synth get
I'm a put it on you
If you are enough with me
I will speak for you
Baby, je voudrais juste te faire l'amour jusqu'au
La vie est bien trop courte: tu devrais en
Je n'ai pas la nuit, alors viens m'embrasser
I wanna you scream my name
As you feel the
Use the on your left
If you need a
high up in this bitch
And she gets stronger
All you stupid fools
our own sound