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

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

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

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

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

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

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
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 start it up and

Pop some tame impala, 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
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 back against your
And a seat belt is needed if I get 'em, yeah

You me of my Bimmer
A lot of space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of I'm trying to keep up
But not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my
See your ignition, baby I'm trying to key up
And your 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

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

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