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
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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death I'm dressed for a eulogy
My retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops breweries
Sideline need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand champion, all I do is ball 'em up
starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running 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
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking mask
I do it to death, on body bag
This beat is out of here, gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there ain't no signal on my
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I took it this far? Play the guitar

Play the guitar, play the guitar, the guitar
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Man, I keep this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this cigar
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, like he own it
We at the of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
We out here and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will them
"Why the world sleeping on girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not
One of these will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no
But everybody look at why we do it, it us more time
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of
He know how to use 'em
It says I play the violin and that ain't true but
You me six strings and a pick
And I make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta 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 cabbage and corn, by the time done
You finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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