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 than a
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a
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 the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't 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, swag on bag
This is out of here, it's gone
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 when I hit the bar it's Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far? 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 over and I see B.o.B. this strange cigar
He's 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, they out here
My niggas out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the sleeping on black 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 grandmum tells me to humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they and hands
Now stumble and they will I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no
But look at why we do it, it take us more time
me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the
got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He know how to use 'em
It also says I the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six and a pick
And I make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to 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 you're done
You will finally realize that they you no harm
They was trying to save crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My partners say I should more, I know
be saying 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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