Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, 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 miles on ya
So let me start it up and

Pop tame impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing and you ain't even begin to swallow
You're fucking nuts, top we coupled up
Run my through 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 legs
And a seat belt is if I get between 'em, yeah

You me of my Bimmer
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
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 miles on ya
So let me it up and smash

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

You me of my Bimmer
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 me of my Bimmer, smash
You remind me of my