Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

The party over, we can still dance girl
But I have no rhythm
So take a chance with a nigga
me, yeah, like me

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

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

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

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

Sat by the fire, do witness
Transformation cease to be
Create your

You remind me of my
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
See your ignition, 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 miles on ya
So let me it up and smash

Pop some tame impala, your man got a lame
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't begin to swallow
You're fucking nuts, top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're
on my pegs, and my back against your 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 to keep up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, baby girl I'm 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 dark outside (ride for it)
Where the streetlights (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to kick it its cool
We moving

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