Luyện nghe bài hát BBS

This gold BBS flow.
Plastic Nike air tags on original IV's
Niggas is z'ed on your mans, and i'm an Oh
Leave em sleep, I need them suckas listening to me
Pack a bong for everything except the sink
witch I keep a set of Andy's Clippers
I could fix my line in before we go by them bitches
A quick little can't get the back
I know where I left my hand mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living
We just chilling so don't come here, fake toughin'
Runnin' after
Bossed up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who our cars up.
The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker all.
is dressed in safety nets encouraging my fall
Won't me there, but you can catch me on air when my new shit premier
At whatever media decide to play 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 bitches I be cookin these assholes, running circles around em, they rotisserie chickens
Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold build own coffin with it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my past tense
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.