Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' hoes we go
Taylor Gang, planes
Uh, they what I say
Tell her keep
What you other speak bout

1]
Lamborghini dreams, beach wishes
Poor of champagne for my beach house bitches
It ain't new to me, the money boy I been
100's on the floor, I tell her keep count
Nigga, they in love wit I say
Cuz I, really live the life you niggaz speak bout
Got my camera man, he to do a movie for me
Couple niggaz us, down to do the shootin' for me
I'm still ridin' wit my bitch
She the joint, somethin' old school playin'
She love me, we and we in the fly-free zone
When niggaz will captain-save-it
I let her shop she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib, wake up to decent pot
Jordan shorts and a pear of polo socks,
Wit yo bitch, you live smoke this

I'm glad to be here, I been waitin' so (so long, so long)
I finally found me a cloud to on (float on)
And I'ma on (float on)
on (float on)
And float on (float on)
Float on, on, float on
And I don't much, but I'll take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
I get in return is the money I earn, and the life I live (life I live)
I'm so as I burn after rolling (after rolling)
And float on, and float on, and on

2]
Talk numbers, I hire people to for me
If you her, then hide your bitch so you keep shorty
Ever fly
So much in my chain, hella sky mileage
I fell on a plane
And never up, and now I'm living a dream
Suckas hate hard, hoes treat me I'm a king
They wanna comfortably, sippin on champagne
niggaz fuck with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my the ocean
Told her anything to through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll potent
so close to the water
You can here the ocean
Them bitches breathe
of them niggaz wit tattoo sleeves

3]
Wanna smoke, cuz know that I keep flavors
Tell me how them other niggaz
And she the cool crowd, so she fuckin' with the Taylors
Wear All-Stars and smoke
with no ringtones
Vibrate or on mode
Palm and bomb pre-rolls
The weed burnin, but the money just
While I'm lookin at you niggaz
Light another L, and pull the liquor out the
try and fail, see me now they wanna hate
Fly another plane, a different city, another
My cash the forecast
As the team was half-baked class
Now I smoke joints wit others niggaz hoes, and this shit you burn you roll