Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to like 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 hops like
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you ain't shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do for the people
Stacking c-notes, 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, it's
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away ain't no signal on my phone
'Cause I'm a star, so I hit the bar it's like Cheers
knows who you are
Who would've I would've took it this far? Play the guitar

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Man, I keep having this re-occurring where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with this 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, out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my lonely
But don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger bubbles 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 mumbles will make 'em throw up they and hands
Now and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like do, pay us no mind
But everybody at why we do it, it take us more time
Excuse me if I'm no
to the internet
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 me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I gotta say shit
And I encourage any to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time done
You will realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your ass from what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My partners say I 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?"

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