Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

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

Well B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got like breweries
Sideline haters to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider a coffee 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, swag on bag
This beat is out of here, 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 would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the

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

Man, I keep having this re-occurring image I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with strange cigar
standing 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 yawning
My niggas threw out way too jewelry, my chain lonely
But they know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
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 make 'em throw up they arms and
Now stumble and will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no
But everybody at why we do it, it take us more time
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of
He must how to use 'em
It also says I the violin and that ain't true but
You me six strings and a pick
And I will a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I any child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if 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 you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My say I should practice 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) the guitar (3000) play the guitar (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. 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. the guitar, (3000) Play the guitar, B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the