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 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)
that drink up, yeah, yeah
We off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah

1]
I love that to death
She did some shit that I let slide
She when we slide
We be tearin' up set, no lie
She know that I got shit
She to get her wet and high
She not that I don't no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that
Young rich wit' a whole lotta critics
But I be mad wit' a lotta benjis (Let's go)
back 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 got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelin's (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 can't get no (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, (And Prada)
Bitch test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin' 'round booze rider (Huh)
Young nigga that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri I'm stylin' (Errrf)

Balmain a Birken bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave I wasn't ready
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be
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 that drink up, yeah,
We off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's that Blasian, yeah,

2]
Three lortabs I her two
I had five I was take
Yah-yah, what I do to
What the fuck is it gon'
Percocet's and off that
I might another language
Took a Xan, now I think
And I'm not knowin' where my one
Bought my ex the bottom
tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'
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, got iron
Blasian, no, you fine
We not together and she not even
I her a slime (Slatt)

Balmain witcho Birken bag but you up on they ass
I told you 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I 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' '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's that Blasian, yeah,