Luyện nghe bài hát Ocean

Got you rolling papers, got you rolling
Got you rolling papers, got you papers
the bullshit
Got you papers, got you rolling (uh)

Can't do it average, you and savage
niggas do backflips
my phone, you be on a jet
Roll my spliffs, me pics every now and then
When we met, I could admit, I was after sex
Taught you not to look for results, but trust the
Plus, you got your paper, ain't no
Smoke from the bong intense, she with you, she over it
Faded but focused, I stay
Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the open
Know what's good, chain say "Ocean"
Put you on to the finer
Now when you see designer, you keep your
Send a text, say she comin'
I don't have to a car, she get her own
'Cause she ain't been
No panties on, you needin' those Ron O'Neal, Curtis Mayfield
notes, hit the joint
Leave the

You don't
you do to me lately
I got so much for ya
Want you to
How much that I with you, oh
You know
What you do to me
Wanna one up for ya
Want you to to the back of the club
Show love to a real one (uh)

and extra long spliffs
Hit it once, she what the difference is
My bottom bitch don't even
She see me with chicks
She hardly drink, but for me, take a sip
Do what you do to pay your rent
Only party lame niggas at they expense
I'm talking weed, steak and shrimp
Niggas off of styles that they ain't invent
Tried to grab a towel to hide the scent
You smell the kush all the vent
Go through the hallways innocent
I've been a gangster and a
Talk to the and not no middlemen
Is you with it or it?
Please a decision
a pound a day, eliminate the competition
I'm that nigga, that nigga
and present tenses
You look
I need a bitch to complement you

You know
What you do to me
I got so much for ya
you to know
How much that I with you, oh
You don't
you do to me lately
Wanna one up for ya
Want you to to the back of the club
some love to a real one

It's a gang thing, a gang thing
It's a thing, it's a gang thing
Don't do me like
I'm a too

Everywhere we go
We it by the 0
The K.K., the