Luyện nghe bài hát Glass Table Girls

Been on another
you came
No more
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
the window
Oh, your mind to leave
But you go

This is a house (A happy house)
happy here (We're happy here)
In a happy
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
ends so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ready for your day shift
This will burn you up
But baby it's okay, they my niggas next
be working in the trap, so get louder if you want
Just don't blame it on me
That you didn't call home
Just blame it on me girl
'Cause you to have fun

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

is a happy house
We're here
In a happy
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 down for
Whatever,
Bring your own stash of the greatest, it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, a dub, taste it
Then, us chase it
With a handful of pills, no
Jaw clenching on super-sized papers
And she bad in a band
Escaping, her van is a
And it's six
Weed's nice 'cause time exist
And when the stars shine to the crib
Superstar lines back at the
And we can out the tables
We got some brand new
All glass and it's four wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet
She me sex in a handbag
I got her than a wet nap
And no closed
So I listen to her moans
"I heard he do now"
You heard I been on them for a minute, we just never act a fool,
That's 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 know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her story
Yeah I'm 'bout you man, get to know me
no offense though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' the truth
But I'm a dude with 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 glass
the 707 out

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

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

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

the 707 out
the 707 out