Luyện nghe bài hát PartyIsntOver Campfire Bimmer

Um, I said, the isn't over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance me

The party isn't over, we can still girl
But I don't have no
So fucking take a chance a nigga
me, yeah, like me

Um, I said, the isn't over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So take a chance with me

The party isn't over, we can still girl
But I don't no rhythm
So fucking take a chance a nigga
me, yeah, like me

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the
Mother fuckers getting lynched and
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking
On this new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of
Darker than the of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the over the graham
Heated it too now it's melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking

making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang

Sat by the fire, do gentle
cease to be mindless
Create sweetness

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two
You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, girl I'm trying to key up
And head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and

Pop some impala, your man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to
fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I know, I think you're chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back your legs
And a seat belt is needed if I get 'em, yeah

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm to keep up
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your head are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of on ya meter
So let me start it up and

Mmmm, it'll get outside soon (ride for it)
Where the sing (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You ain't gotta lie to kick it its cool
We slow

You remind me of my
A lot of trunk space, the two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer, smash
You me of my Bimmer