Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

Um, I said, the party over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So take a chance with me

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

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

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

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

We're making smores by the
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang

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

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
You remind me of my
See your ignition, baby I'm trying 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 impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to
You're nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my
Cause I fingered you, you think the ring is coming up?
Maybe, I know, I think 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 drive I'm trying to up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See ignition, baby girl I'm trying 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

Mmmm, it'll get outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We slow

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two
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 me of my Bimmer