Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' everywhere we go
Gang, paper planes
Uh, lovin' what I say
her keep count
What you other niggaz bout

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

I'm to be here, I been waitin' so long (so long, so long)
I found me a cloud to float on (float on)
And float on (float on)
on (float on)
And I'ma 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)
What I get in return is the money I earn, and the life I (life I live)
I'm so gone as I burn rolling (after rolling)
And on, and float on, and float on

2]
Talk numbers, I people to speak for me
If you love her, then hide your bitch so you keep
fly private
So diamonds in my chain, hella sky mileage
I asleep on a plane
And woke up, and now I'm living a dream
Suckas hard, hoes treat me like I'm a king
They wanna live comfortably, sippin on
Real niggaz with me, so drama is not a thing
I my momma the ocean
Told her to come through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, roll this potent
Hotel so close to the
You can here the ocean
Them bitches can't
Beware of them niggaz wit tattoo

3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they that I keep flavors
me how them other niggaz lame
And she love the cool crowd, so she with the Taylors
Wear and smoke papers
with no ringtones
Vibrate or on plane
Palm trees and bomb
The weed burnin, but the money fold
I'm lookin at you niggaz face
Light another L, and the liquor out the case
Niggaz try and fail, see me now they wanna
Fly another plane, a city, another state
My change the forecast
As the team was half-baked before
Now I smoke joints wit niggaz hoes, and this shit you burn after you roll