Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird Club Banger
Tryin' to at you shorty
One focus, one focus
to hit that thang, let's go

We make in the studio nightly
We out trying to get this
We take in the winter in jet planes
To climates it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to balla
You can play hard, under I'm stoned
We playin' D, I'm in the paint like a G
Some say they but they ain't like me

Came an environment, came I was firin'
Then hit the see the range I was buyin'
Don't test drive like a whole like you should
Shoving up pies, a whip that you should

Then take the proceeds, waist about G's
in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez
I'm tryin' to get the to breeze
But she putting up a like Layla Ali

I told the lady I'll be the turnpike 80 in the fly V
Middle name 40 on the
Last name you can't me bitch
Get a bitch

We hits in the studio nightly
We out trying to get this
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where it's

We got mami on the dance
Grindin' to the beat, off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm to pin the tail on the donkey

of pure, ros
Look like Picasso on the bottles
We money, we lookin' like lotto's
I cover chicks with cheese like nachos

Fly out the cove, land in the heat
New to Miami bitch
Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star the guitar
Got em' all rubbin' bitch bra

Got em' all shakin' their like
I'ma 'em a taste of the good life
But I give 'em a taste of the liquor, a taste of the good bud
Next thing you she'll be tastin' my good

I get money be quiet, you to the jolly green giant
I see it, I it, I buy it
I'm flyer then a pilot
Flyin' at his highest, it

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get this
We trips in the winter in jet planes
To climates where it's

We got mami on the floor
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey

Where are my homies? Up to no
are my homies? Yup I'm so hood
What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt
See my are like my plates, temporary

Act nil you beat it, move on
The man, yup the floors are heated
Cam half a quart a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed rounds you're deceited

In the 90's, Z3,
Now in the the TVs watch TVs
Killen Killen, mo killen and a kitty purrs
Fuck furs, his and hers, spurs

Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to
We like the Pistons, Bulls, you know back to
Mazirattis back to back, come wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two fifties

We hits in the studio nightly
We out trying to get this
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where sunny

We got mami on the dance
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the on the donkey