Luyện nghe bài hát Play The Guitar

B.o.B. play the
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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 retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to after tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even 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 hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
beat 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 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 this re-occurring image where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here
My threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
Blowing stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and will know 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
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary of words
He know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will make a talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up 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 realize that meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to
muthafucka "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 nigga? Do you in tune?"

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