Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' everywhere we go
Taylor Gang, planes
Uh, they what I say
Tell her count
What you other niggaz bout

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

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

2]
Talk numbers, I people to speak for me
If you love her, then your bitch so you keep shorty
fly private
So much in my chain, hella sky mileage
I asleep on a plane
And never woke up, and now I'm living a
Suckas hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna comfortably, sippin on champagne
Real fuck with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my the ocean
Told her anything to come the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, I'ma this potent
Hotel so close to the
You can here the ocean
bitches can't breathe
Beware of them wit tattoo sleeves

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