Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' yeah's
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain witcho Birken bag bae you guwap on ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' .30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah,
We off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah,

1]
I love that girl to
She did shit that I can't let slide
She know when we
We be tearin' up set, no lie
She know I got that shit
She to get her wet and high
She not that I tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that
rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad a lotta benjis (Let's go)
Forty-thousand back in, spent as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no (Yah)
We ain't be together for to make some millions (i know)
She was just my friend and I wind up it (That's right)
But out me get no commitment (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, (And Prada)
Bitch tryna her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike goggles (Go)
Sellin' 'round bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin' choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri I'm stylin' (Errrf)

Balmain witcho a Birken bae you guwap on ass
I told you 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' .30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah,
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
that Blasian, yeah, yeah

2]
Three I gave her two
I had I was gon' take
Yah-yah, I do to you?
What the fuck is it take?
Percocet's and off that
I learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can't
And I'm not where my main one
Bought my ex the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't know she tryin'
To keep it real, she don't know she ridin'
Society where people be dyin'
I'm in the nawf where my life on the
I'm wit' my niggas, got iron
Blasian, no, honey you
We not and she not even tryin'
I made her a (Slatt)

Balmain witcho bag but you cool up on they ass
I you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour drink up, yeah, yeah
We off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's that Blasian, yeah,