Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' yeah's
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain witcho bag bae you guwap on they ass
I you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I get her out my head
The way you fuck me make that 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)
'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 Blasian, yeah, yeah

1]
I love girl to death
She did some shit that I can't let
She know when we
We be up your set, no lie
She know that I got that
She to get her wet and high
She not that I don't no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with fire
Young rich wit' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad wit' a benjis (Let's go)
Forty-thousand in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make some (i know)
She was my friend 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 want (Balenciaga)
bike Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin' 'round booze bike (Huh)
nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri 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 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)
Talkin' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' .30's)
Pour drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We off codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah

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

Balmain Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I 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 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 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,