Luyện nghe bài hát Say I

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

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

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

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

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

Rolling paper so loud I up the neighbors
A boss I dont need no
You so fuck a hater bitch
Now my cake up
My crib got an elevator, my new is alligator
And every meal got a wit it
And Im all about drink up
While Im rolling the up
my wife about her make up,
Blow a pound I wake up,
See the cars they want to race us
I do it big, niggas do it
Walk up in the they gonna bring some champagne
Imma blow a lot of drugs, I put on it
all this bank let it fuck nigga hate
Real nigga show sound funny done it
All money think I lucked up
All this Gin got me up
Man I live the Taylor way
Drinking Bombay n lemonade up some paper planes

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