Luyện nghe bài hát B.A.R.

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

1]
Lamborghini dreams, house wishes
Poor bottles of champagne for my beach bitches
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 you other niggaz speak bout
Got my camera man, he down to do a for me
Couple round us, down to do the shootin' for me
I'm ridin' wit my main bitch
She rollin' the joint, somethin' old school
She love me, we and we in the fly-free zone
some niggaz will captain-save-it
I let her till she drop dead
Sleepin' in her crib, wake up to pot plan
Jordan shorts and a of polo socks, blazin'
Wit yo bitch, you wanna live smoke

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 float on (float on)
on (float on)
And float on (float on)
on, float on, float on
And I don't have much, but I'll take all I got and that's what I (what I give)
What I get in return is the money I earn, and the I live (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 hire people to for me
If you love her, then hide your so you keep shorty
fly private
So much diamonds in my chain, hella sky
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 comfortably, sippin on champagne
Real niggaz with me, so drama is not a thing
I gave my momma the
Told her anything to through the door to open the whole clip
I'm wit yo bitch smokin, let her keep the mid, roll this potent
Hotel so to the water
You can even the ocean
bitches can't breathe
Beware of them niggaz wit sleeves

3]
Wanna smoke, cuz they that I keep flavors
me how them other niggaz lame
And she love the crowd, so she fuckin' with the Taylors
Wear and smoke papers
with no ringtones
Vibrate or on mode
Palm and bomb pre-rolls
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 wanna hate
Fly another plane, a different city, state
My cash the forecast
As the team was half-baked before
Now I smoke joints wit others niggaz hoes, and shit you burn after you roll