Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

Fuckin' hoes we go
Taylor Gang, paper
Uh, they lovin' I say
her keep count
What you other niggaz bout

1]
Lamborghini dreams, beach wishes
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach bitches
It new to me, the money boy I been bout
100's on the floor, I tell her keep count
Nigga, in love wit what I say
Cuz I, really live the life you other niggaz bout
Got my camera man, he down to do a for me
Couple niggaz round us, to do the shootin' for me
I'm still wit my main bitch
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old playin'
She love me, we fuck and we in the fly-free
When some will captain-save-it
I let her shop she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib, up to decent pot plan
Jordan and a pear of polo socks, blazin'
Wit yo bitch, you wanna live this

I'm glad to be here, I waitin' 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, on, float on
And I have much, but I'll take all I got and that's what I give (what I give)
What I get in return is the I earn, and the life I live (life I live)
I'm so as I burn after rolling (after rolling)
And float on, and on, and float on

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

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