Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the
Mother getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is good
On this new jacket
The on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham and pass them 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 melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I it, but I liked it
with my niggas, its so fucking exciting

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

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

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the 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 girl I'm 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, man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you even begin to swallow
fucking 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 think chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your
And a seat belt is if I get between 'em, yeah

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 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

Mmmm, it'll get outside 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 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