Luyện nghe bài hát Blasian

Them yeah's over
Mmm, yeah, uh

Balmain witcho Birken bag 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 should be
I feel no pain when I be high and I be 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, yeah (We off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah,
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
that Blasian, yeah, yeah

1]
I love that 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 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 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 (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't be together for to make some millions (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 tryna test her (Her what?)
Yeah, she want (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike goggles (Go)
Sellin' booze bike rider (Huh)
Young totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I'm (Errrf)

Balmain witcho a bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my
The way you fuck me make that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a
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
a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah,
That's that Blasian, yeah,

2]
Three I gave her two
I had five I was gon'
Yah-yah, I do to you?
What the fuck is it 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 where them people be
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 her a slime (Slatt)

Balmain witcho 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 no pain when 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 up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, (We high off Codeine)
I pop yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, (Half a Xan)
sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah,