Luyện nghe bài hát Art Of Uff

I know, I
You're so tired to hear about I do
About I smoke
What I
What I for my husband
All the I do
All the shit I got for
It's like it's all about me
Me, me, me all the
I so you
But guess
Me and my flow
Me and my
only three tracks a year
And still talk about me

(one, two, three)
Let me this beat
I am the one they Uff
I am the in the rough
I came to fuck up
You Paris is on the map
We got the freshest
kid is digging all our tracks
The verses your mom
You might have me on the tour
my cowboy boots
Kicking the electronic
my hip hop roots
I get higher and
time you're playing my track
This is smacking your ass
My voice is touching your
So bang your head, you silly
I know you're the heat
The noise is running through spinal column
to your feet
You've got to let go
Uffie is you out
A place never seen before
And you never come back
Here is my flight suit
Your might hurt a bit
But I'll make 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
some damn good crackers you bring here, son
Serious, these are the best I've tasted in along time
Can you put some on it for me?
Throw something at me when it's
Yes I can give it to you
But can you this shit
You wanna taste the lips
And fly me on the trip
This little Uff is about to make your dreams come true
Even the get excited
I'm a put it on you
If you are good enough me
I speak French for you
Baby, je voudrais juste te faire l'amour bout
La vie est trop courte: tu devrais en profiter
Je pas toute la nuit, alors viens m'embrasser
I wanna you scream my name
As you the pressure
Use the button on left
If you a doctor
Uffie's up in this bitch
And while she stronger
All you faking fools
Copying our own