Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

B.o.B. play the
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B.o.B. the guitar
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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
I'll probably need to after tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline need to chill 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 B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey
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 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? the guitar

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(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar (3000) the guitar

Man, I keep having re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange
He's standing on top of Donuts, it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to humble but do not un-der-stand
One of mumbles will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will 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 of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to up some instrument
'Cause if mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat cabbage and corn, by the time 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 sound I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you in tune?"

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