Luyện nghe bài hát Say I

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

Plug me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass
Dont give me no more (more) Im on my second fifth of
Im powered up its hard for me to power down
I fuck a up and put tears on him under ground
I went from to riches, riches to racks
Top convertible, and Jags
Smoking me herbal, sipping me
Or I say turtle cause its green and its lime
since he was an infant he was raised around 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 mixing cookies with the wind
to Jail on a Friday, didnt get out until Tuesday
got a DUI for drinking too Louie, (bitch)

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

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

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 like a bird can fly
Say I I I I I I I

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

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 the of getting super high
And you start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I I I I I I I