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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Well it's B.o.B., flyer a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline haters need to where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct: movie
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can us up
If you ain't running shit you even walk with us
I'm chill, blunt wider than 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 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 on my phone
I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody 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 image I'm
Standing on top of Church's playing guitar
over 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 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 jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of
And tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, they do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us time
me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the
3000 got a big old full of words
He must how to use 'em
It also I play the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six and a pick
And I will make a talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally that they meant you no harm
They was to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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