Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah's over
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain Birken bag bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I be wit'
I feel no pain when I be and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour that drink up, 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 Blasian, yeah, yeah

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

Balmain a Birken bae you guwap on they ass
I you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I get her out my head
The way you me make think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
that drink up, yeah, 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's Blasian, yeah, yeah

2]
Three lortabs I her two
I had five I was take
Yah-yah, what I do to
What the is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off drink
I might another language
Took a Xan, now I can't
And I'm not knowin' where my one
Bought my ex the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't what she tryin'
To it real, she don't know where she ridin'
Society where them be dyin'
I'm in the nawf where my on the line
I'm wit' my niggas, everybody got
Blasian, no, honey you
We not and she not even tryin'
I made her a (Slatt)

Balmain witcho Birken bag but you cool up 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 no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour drink up, yeah, 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's that Blasian, yeah,