Luyện nghe bài hát Glass Table Girls

Been on level
you came
No pain
You into my eyes
You can't recognize my
You're in my now
You can
You can
But you to me
You to me

If it to breathe
Open the
Oh, your mind wants to
But you go

This is a house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're here)
In a house
Oh is fun, fun, fun fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun fun fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun fun fun

Music got you
Nights ends so quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day
This place will you up
But baby it's okay, they my niggas next
They be in the trap, so get louder if you want
Just blame it on me girl
you didn't call your home
Just blame it on me girl
you wanted to have fun

If it to breathe
the window
Oh, mind wants to leave
But you go

This is a house
We're here
In a house
Oh is fun, fun, fun fun
Fun, fun fun fun,
Fun, fun fun fun

the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 707 out
the 7

Two puffs for the lady who be for that
Whatever,
Bring your own stash of the greatest, it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, a dub, taste it
Then, watch us it
With a handful of pills, no
Jaw clenching on some papers
And she bad in a head
Escaping, her van is a
And it's six
Weed's 'cause time don't exist
And when the stars back to the crib
Superstar back at the crib
And we can out the tables
We got some new tables
All glass and four feet wide
But it's a to get us ten feet high
She me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter a wet nap
And no closed
So I to her moans echo
"I he do drugs now"
You wrong I been on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
just how we fuckin' livin'
And we act a fool, it's probably 'cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that dokey
Them white boys know the deal, ain't no phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who me
Watch me ride this fucking beat he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a pony"
I cut on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah I'm talking you man, get to know me
Ain't no offense though, I you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' the truth
But I'm a nice dude some nice dreams
And we could turn to a nightmare, Elm Street

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone, so
Bring out the tables
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so
Bring out the glass
the 707 out

La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so
Bring out the glass
the 707 out

the 707 out
the 707 out