Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

Um, I said, the party isn't
We can dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So take a chance with me

The party isn't over, we can still girl
But I don't have no
So fucking take a with a nigga
Like me, yeah, me

Um, I said, the isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no
So fucking take a chance me

The party isn't over, we can still girl
But I don't no rhythm
So fucking take a chance a nigga
Like me, yeah, me

Yeah, um
All I was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Mother fuckers getting lynched and
I it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On brand new jacket
The on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of
Darker than the corners of the we be lurking
I centered the mellow the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting over my
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I it, but I liked it
with my niggas, its so fucking exciting

We're smores by the campfire
flog gnaw, golf wang summer

Sat by the fire, do witness
Transformation to be mindless
your sweetness

You remind me of my
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, baby girl I'm to key up
And your lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and

Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even to swallow
You're fucking nuts, green top we up
Run my fingers em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against legs
And a seat is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, girl I'm trying to key up
And head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
So let me it up and smash

Mmmm, it'll get dark outside (ride for it)
Where the streetlights (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to it girl its cool
We moving

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You remind me of my Bimmer,
You remind me of my