Luyện nghe bài hát Say I

All in favor of getting ripped and
And youre gonna have to someone to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in of getting super high
And you might start to feel a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass nigga
Dont me no more (more) Im on my second fifth of liquor
Once Im powered up its hard for me to power
I fuck a up and put tears on him under ground
I from rags to riches, riches to racks
Top convertible, and Jags
me herbal, sipping me wine
Or I say turtle cause its green and its lime
Ever since he was an infant he was raised around
He took his first step, he walked a limp-in
Manish nigga damn fool (damn foo)
His teacher his dick in high school (High School)
Expiali..Hooligan
Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the wind
went to Jail on a Friday, didnt get out Tuesday
got a DUI for too much Louie, (bitch)

All in of getting ripped and gone
and youre gonna have to call someone to drive you
say I I I I I I I
all in favor of getting high
and you might start to feel like a that can fly
say I I I I I I I

I, gotta DUI, Why, I didnt even to drive
Now, Im in jail for a crime, made bail, and I the fine
My lawyer, me high ass prices,
DMV to take my license
Insurance, is going up and when I go to court, I Im fucked
All this just for drinking
Need a designated driver Im too drunk for
Two on the steering wheel,
Dont let a friend drink and drive if your real
Might crash the whip, lose your life
If I get too tonight
Just make Im making home safe and you do the same
Now get fucked up and lose it man, bitch

All in favor of getting and gone
And youre gonna have to call to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All in favor of super high
And you might start to feel a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I

paper so loud I wake up the neighbors
A boss I dont no favor
You pussy so fuck a bitch
Now my cake up
My crib got an elevator, my new shoes is
And every meal got a wit it
And Im all about pouring up
While Im rolling the up
Sweat my wife her make up,
a pound when I wake up,
See the cars they dont to race us
I do it big, do it A-Cup
up in the club they gonna bring some champagne
Imma blow a lot of drugs, I put on it
all this bank let it fuck nigga hate
Real show love sound funny done it
All this money think I up
All Gin got me fucked up
Man I live the Taylor way
Drinking Bombay n rolling up some paper planes

All in favor of getting and gone
And youre gonna have to call to drive you home
Say I I I I I I I
All the of getting super high
And you start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I