Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And head 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 impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
You're nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my through 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 your
And a seat belt is 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 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 on ya meter
So let me it up and smash

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

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 remind me of my Bimmer,
You remind me of my