Luyện nghe bài hát PartyIsntOver Campfire Bimmer

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

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

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

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

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the
fuckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog badge is looking good
On this brand new
The donuts on the flag over the cabin
Now grab them graham and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I a piece of Hersheys
Darker the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I it
Camping with my niggas, its so exciting

making smores by the campfire
Camp gnaw, golf wang summer

Sat by the fire, do witness
cease to be mindless
Create your

You remind me of my
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 me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya
So let me it up and smash

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

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

Mmmm, it'll get dark soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights (ride for it)
(Ride for it)
You gotta lie to kick it girl its cool
We moving

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 me of my Bimmer, smash
You me of my Bimmer