Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sat by the fire, do gentle
cease to be mindless
Create your

You remind me of my
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your head 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, man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even to swallow
You're fucking nuts, top we coupled up
Run my fingers em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your
And a seat belt is needed if I get 'em, yeah

You remind me of my
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 lights 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 ain't gotta lie to it girl its cool
We slow

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