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

Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a
Fresh to like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running you can't even walk with us
I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You it's B.o, I do this for the people
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
This beat is out of here, 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 like Cheers
knows 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
Standing on top of Church's Chicken guitar
over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Donuts, it's like 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 threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I know, man
Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles "Go To Hell" bubblegum
I was younger space shuttle got hung 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 stumble and 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 of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and 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 child to 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 you're
You will finally realize that meant you no harm
They was trying to save crazy ass from what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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