Luyện nghe bài hát Bimmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You remind me of my
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 miles on ya
You remind me of my
See ignition, baby 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 start it up and

Pop some impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't begin to swallow
You're fucking nuts, green top we 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 think chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your
And a belt 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, 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, get dark outside soon (ride for it)
the streetlights sing (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 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 Bimmer,
You me of my Bimmer