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 wasn't
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah,
We high off codeine, yeah, (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
that Blasian, yeah, yeah

1]
I that girl to death
She did shit that I can't let slide
She when we slide
We be tearin' up set, no lie
She know that I got shit
She want to get her wet and
She not I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with fire
Young rich nigga wit' a whole lotta
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)
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 gotta be together for to make some (i know)
She was just my and I wind up hittin' it (That's right)
But out me get no commitment (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, (And Prada)
tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
bike Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin' booze bike rider (Huh)
Young totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri I'm stylin' (Errrf)

Balmain witcho a Birken bae you on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I ready
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)
'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout .30's)
Pour that up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, 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,

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

Balmain witcho bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you 'cause I wasn't 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 high and I be than 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 yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
sassy, yeah, yeah
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah