Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

B.o.B. play the
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B.o.B. play the
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Well it's B.o.B., than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops breweries
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all shots, I direct: movie shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you even walk with us
Still I'm chill, wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the
Stacking c-notes, pockets on
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, on body bag
beat is out of here, it's gone
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 when I hit the bar it's Cheers
knows who you are
Who thought 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 Chicken playing guitar
Looked 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 corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But they don't know about black pearls, but I show them
"Why the world sleeping on girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger bubbles with "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 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now and they will know 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 time
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old full of words
He know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and ain't true but
You me six strings and a pick
And I will a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some
'Cause if 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
was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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