Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

B.o.B. play the
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B.o.B. play the
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) the guitar

Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a
to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
I'll need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline haters need to where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I direct: shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas conversations just so they can talk us up
If you running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the
Stacking c-notes, on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, on body bag
beat is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there ain't no on my phone
'Cause I'm a star, so I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the

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Man, I keep having this re-occurring image I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Donuts, it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will them
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell"
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not
One of these mumbles will 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will know I put on my
One leg at a time, they do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more
me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary of words
He must how to use 'em
It also I play the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't say shit
And I any child to pick up some instrument
if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that they meant you no
was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My say I should practice more, I know
They be I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in tune Do you laugh in tune?"

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