Luyện nghe bài hát PartyIsntOver Campfire Bimmer

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

Um, I said, the party over
We can still dance, but I have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance me

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

Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the
Mother fuckers lynched and burned
I earned it, my gnaw 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 than the corners of the we be lurking
I centered the mellow the graham
Heated it too long now melting over my hand
Fuck it, I'll bite it, I it, but I liked it
with my niggas, its so fucking exciting

We're making by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, wang summer

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

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

Pop some tame impala, man got a lame impala
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even to swallow
You're nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my
I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're
Riding on my pegs, and my against your legs
And a seat 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 not a lot of miles on ya meter
You me of my Bimmer
See your ignition, girl 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 it up and smash

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

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