Luyện nghe bài hát BBS

This that BBS flow.
Plastic Nike air tags on original IV's
Niggas is on your mans, and i'm rollin an Oh
Leave em sleep, I don't need suckas listening to me
Pack a bong for everything except the sink
witch I keep a set of Andy's Clippers
I fix my line in before we go over by them bitches
A quick little something get the back
I don't know where I left my mirror, type of dilemmas will never hinder my jet living
We just so don't come around here, fake toughin'
Runnin' after
Bossed up, all us, outside the waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up.
The fuck you thought this was dawg, imma trill mother fucker all.
Haters is dressed in safety nets encouraging my
Won't catch me there, but you can catch me on air when my new shit
At whatever outlet decide to play it fair
Fuck playin' dead pimpin' imma 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 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 build your own coffin with it, dead ass, flick ashes on the girls in my tense
tell us for the ones I was just fuckin
The crib for the one I was gonna get right back
It's easy to get tangled in the stars, spangled, mangled in the life, livin out my bars, dangerous.