Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign

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Man my jeans..
Man my whip..
Man my bitch.. foreign foreign
Ima foreign typa nigga on foreign typa shit.
You might catch me foreign car, foreign money, bitch.

Dis ya verse ya fi mi yardie party/act retarded, roll da marley, dnt smoke parsley.)/renk it stenk, it smell baby nappy.
How dem love da "I" when I move/ when I give a damn what dem deh gone do/ All I can say is dem betta keep cool/ Before I wet him up, an make him turn pool.
Wha do da boi deh,an make him turn I touch one, it gwen to turn two/ I sign a check it gwen to go thru/ So if I put it on ya head/ Dey gwen to merk you!
Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vuitton, Bally pon mi belt an Prada pon arm/ Goons in trues an K.B.M And dem fools too, so best to be calm.
We nah gone (2)
We nah gone wit dem
We nah play (2)
We nah gone wit dem
Antik, Gucci, foreign foreign foreign
Da rest of dese niggaz, boring boring.
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Got bitches on bitches on bitches/ They and they bad/All my hoes concieted/ They carry real big bags/ Gucci,Louis,Fendi/ Got commas on all my tags/Pull up in da Panamera/ I coulda brought out dat Jag.
Ice on Ice on Ice (lets get it....) /All my diamonds flash/ Don't have to me/ The way I stack dis cash/ Thank you Thank you Thank you.. Future for givin dat swag/ I Astronaut my status/ We blowing money fast. (Pluto!)
My whips
bitches boring
If you ain't foreign, then you important/ She got red on her shoes, and she'll show it/ That's d,em Christian Loubitins, I can afford it.
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