Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

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

Well B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops breweries
Sideline need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I direct: shit
Grand champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a cup
You it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on
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
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 having this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it's he own it
We at the of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here
My niggas out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about 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 stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell"
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of
And grandmum tells me to stay but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now and they 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
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3000 got a big old dic-tionary of words
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 make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say
And I encourage any child to pick up some
'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 finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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