Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

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

it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
I'll need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I direct: movie
Grand champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can 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 for the people
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, on body bag
This is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there no signal on my phone
I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who thought I would've took it this far? Play the guitar

Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) the guitar (3000) Play the guitar

Man, I keep having this re-occurring image I'm
Standing on top of Church's playing guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
He's on top of Dunkin 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, they out here
My niggas threw out way too jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
Blowing stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in of everyone
And tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they and hands
Now stumble and will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like 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 full of
He know how to use 'em
It also says I 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 encourage any child to pick up some
'Cause if mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the you're done
You will finally realize that meant you no harm
was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the (3000) Play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the
B.o.B. play the guitar, B.o.B. the guitar, B.o.B. play the guitar,
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the
B.o.B. play the guitar, (3000) the guitar, B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the