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

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

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 this brand new
The donuts on the flag waving over the
Now grab graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I a piece of Hersheys
than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting over my
Fuck it, I'll it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

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

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

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 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 miles on ya
So let me it up and smash

Pop some tame impala, your man got a impala
And I'm sharing and you ain't even begin to swallow
You're nuts, green 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 chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back your legs
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 drive I'm trying to up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
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 moving

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer, smash
You remind me of my