Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' over
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain Birken bag bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you fuck me 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)
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,

1]
I love that to death
She did some shit that I let slide
She know we slide
We be up your set, no lie
She know that I got that
She want to get her wet and
She not that I don't no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him that fire
Young rich nigga wit' a lotta critics
But I can't be mad a lotta benjis (Let's go)
Forty-thousand in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I catchin' no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make 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 test her (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike Supreme (Go)
Sellin' booze bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin' that (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I'm (Errrf)

Balmain witcho a bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I ready
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 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 up, yeah, yeah
We off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah,

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

Balmain Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be
I feel no pain when I be 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 that drink up, yeah,
We high off codeine, yeah, (We high off Codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah