Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

Yeah, um
All I was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Mother getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking
On this brand new
The donuts on the waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of
than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the
Heated it too long now it's melting my hand
it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang

Sat by the fire, do witness
Transformation cease to be
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 it's not a lot of on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm to key up
And your head are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of 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
fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and my muffler
Cause I you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill
on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seat is needed if I get between 'em, yeah

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
See your ignition, baby girl I'm to key up
And your 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, get dark outside soon (ride for it)
the streetlights sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to kick it its cool
We moving

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