Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah' over
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain witcho 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 high and I be fresher 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 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,

1]
I love that girl to
She did shit that I can't let slide
She know we slide
We be tearin' up set, no lie
She know that I got that
She want to get her wet and
She not I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him that fire
Young rich nigga wit' a whole critics
But I be mad wit' 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 no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't gotta be for to make some 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 test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt Supreme goggles (Go)
'round booze bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga that 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 fuck me make think that you the one I 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' 'bout .30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' .30's)
that drink 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, what I do to
What the fuck is it take?
and off that drink
I might another language
Took a Xan, now I think
And I'm not knowin' where my one
Bought my ex the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't what she tryin'
To keep it real, she don't know she ridin'
Society where them be dyin'
I'm in the where my life on the line
I'm my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, no, honey you
We not together and she not tryin'
I made her a (Slatt)

Balmain witcho bag but you cool up 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 when 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)
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)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's Blasian, yeah, yeah