Luyện nghe bài hát Stare

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

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

911, I 'em
My bitch 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 that's somethin' I can
Dolla don't no mo' kids, uh
Dolla want some more Ms, yeah
don't want no mo' friends
Dolla just some more Ms, yeah

Skrrt, in a Benz, uh
Skeet, on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit new twins
Just on a lick
Still got act' in the
Ran it up on the
See you and shit

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

Saint Laurent my
how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond
Gang, gang, gang,
Day day 4-0
I might take ho
I walk through the door
There he go, he go

They got emotions semen
Your is suckin', you creamin'
'Cause hittin' it, gettin' it
Get ya outta here, he it
all business, baby
I got everything but limits
I dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner
Yeah, that's all everything
over everything
Be your friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I your everything

Get you but a wedding ring
Pull up in Medellin
That coke white and Off-White
Guess the supermodels fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that act'
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 a good enough excuse
When you are sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon'
Bein' you never imagined
The up the air
I you ain't just gon' stare

Keep goin' through phone
stackin' up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin', let the grow
Cris' smell venom
a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we don't like

All the that I been through
I can't explain
Smokin' Ls to the
Gang, gang, gang,
On the with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got
Too much luggage, I can't it
Lot of money, I might it
We ain't stayin' at the
Presidential, that's my
someone to clean her panties up
Smokin' soon as your man get up
She with me she a fan of us
Young on the cannabis
And no, I say that I blame her (uh)
I'm KK in the paper (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 like a (ooh)
Don't think I'm sweet I'm famous (no)
My niggas cockin' and (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

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