Luyện nghe bài hát BBS

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