Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' everywhere we go
Taylor Gang, paper
Uh, they what I say
her keep count
What you niggaz speak bout

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

I'm glad to be here, I been so long (so long, so long)
I finally found me a cloud to on (float on)
And I'ma on (float on)
on (float on)
And I'ma on (float on)
Float on, float on, on
And I don't have much, but I'll 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 gone as I burn after (after rolling)
And on, and float on, and float on

2]
Talk numbers, I hire people to for me
If you love her, hide your bitch so you keep shorty
fly private
So diamonds in my chain, hella sky mileage
I asleep on a plane
And never woke up, and now I'm a dream
Suckas hate hard, hoes me like I'm a king
They live comfortably, sippin on champagne
Real niggaz fuck me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my momma the
her anything to come through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma roll this
Hotel so close to the
You can even here the
Them bitches can't
of them niggaz wit tattoo sleeves

3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they that I keep flavors
Tell me how them niggaz lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she fuckin' the Taylors
Wear All-Stars and smoke
with no ringtones
Vibrate or on mode
trees and bomb pre-rolls
The weed burnin, but the money fold
While I'm at you niggaz face
Light another L, and the liquor out the case
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 joints wit others niggaz hoes, and this shit you burn after you roll