Luyện nghe bài hát Stare

Seein' isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right
I know you ain't just gon'
Bein' things you never
The up the air
I know you ain't gon' stare

Saint my denim
Reckless how I'm
Brand new diamond
Gang, gang, gang,
Day day 4-0
I take your ho
When I through the door
There he go, he go

911, I 'em
My just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign,
We on soarin'
New or DeLorean
Move and go forward
She be on all
You I be all for it

got through signin' a deal, uh
Just got poppin' the seal, ayy
She on the for a thrill, uh
She know that's somethin' I can give
Dolla want no mo' kids, uh
Dolla just some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don't want no mo'
Dolla just want more Ms, yeah

Skrrt, in a Benz, uh
Skeet, on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I hit some new twins
passed on a lick
Still got in the fridge
Ran it up on the
See you lookin' and

Seeing things isn't a good enough
When you are sitting right there
I know you just gon' stare
Bein' things you never
The up the air
I know you ain't just gon'

Saint Laurent my
how I'm livin'
Brand new chain
Gang, gang, gang,
Day day 4-0
I might your ho
When I through the door
he go, there he go

They got emotions through
Your thot is suckin', you
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, it
Get ya outta here, he it
Moves all business,
I got but limits lately
I just dabbled in real estate
24K on my dinner
Yeah, that's all everything
Money over
Be your best friend, be your zaddy,
Yeah, I could everything

Get you anything but a ring
Pull up in Medellin
coke white and that's Off-White
Guess the supermodels only twice
And if you act right, you get that act' right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got back tight
Ay, I'm not them, I'm guy
Spaceships, I'm high
Superfly, I'm fly
So, why, psh

Seeing things isn't a good enough
When you are just right there
I know you just gon' stare
Bein' things you never
The up the air
I know you ain't just stare

Keep goin' your phone
Keep up your dough (woo, woo)
ballin', let the money grow
Cris' smell like
a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we like niggas

All the shit I been through
I can't explain
Smokin' Ls to the
Gang, gang, gang,
On the plane my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got
Too luggage, I can't carry it
Lot of money, I might it
We ain't at the Marriott
Presidential, my residential
Need someone to clean her up
Smokin' wwed as your man get up
She with me she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the
And no, I say that I blame her (uh)
I'm puttin' KK in the (yeah)

I'm coppin' a with no neighbors (ooh)
I'm them pics with my haters (wow)
Don't you to do me no favors
I be on point a laser (ooh)
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm (no)
My cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

Seeing things isn't a good excuse
When you are sitting right there
I you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never
The up the air
I you ain't just gon' stare