Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You remind me of my
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 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 it up and smash

Pop some impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't begin to swallow
You're nuts, green 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 know, I think you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my against your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em,

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 it's not a lot of 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 it's not a lot of miles on ya
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 me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
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 Bimmer,
You me of my Bimmer