Luyện nghe bài hát BBS

This gold BBS flow.
Nike air tags on your original IV's
Niggas is z'ed on mans, and i'm rollin an Oh
Leave em sleep, I don't need suckas listening to me
Pack a bong for everything the kitchen sink
Underneath I keep a set of Andy's Clippers
I could fix my in before we go over by them bitches
A quick little something can't get the
I don't know where I left my mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living
We just chilling so don't around here, fake toughin'
after woman
Bossed up, all us, outside the club to tip drivers who pull our cars up.
The fuck you thought was dawg, imma trill mother fucker after all.
Haters is in safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't catch me there, but you can me on air when my new shit premier
At whatever media outlet decide to it fair
Fuck playin' dead pimpin' play the bear, grizzle
Seriously fish burn turn flip styles, furiously, this that 70's soul Alchemistry, amen been a G since but he leaves lames big cuffin their jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird assholes, running circles around em, they rotisserie chickens
Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold your own coffin with it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
tell us for the ones I was just fuckin
The crib for the one I was get right back with
It's easy to get in the stars, spangled, mangled in the night life, livin out my bars, dangerous.