Luyện nghe bài hát Stare

Seein' things a good enough excuse
When you are sitting right there
I know you just gon' stare
Bein' things you imagined
The up the air
I know you just gon' stare

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

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

Just got through a deal, uh
Just got through the seal, ayy
She on the for a thrill, uh
She know that somethin' I can give
Dolla want no mo' kids, uh
Dolla want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla want no mo' friends
Dolla want some more Ms, yeah

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

Seeing things isn't a good excuse
When you are just right there
I know you just gon' stare
Bein' things you imagined
The up the air
I know you just gon' stare

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

They got emotions through
thot is suckin', you creamin'
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, it
Get ya here, he hittin' it
Moves all business,
I got everything but limits
I just dabbled in real estate
24K on my plate
Yeah, all gold everything
over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy,
Yeah, I your everything

Get you anything but a ring
Pull up in Medellin
That white and that's Off-White
Guess the supermodels fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back
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 excuse
When you are just sitting there
I know you ain't gon' stare
things you never imagined
The up the air
I know you ain't just stare

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

All the shit that I through
I even explain
Smokin' Ls to the
Gang, gang, gang,
On the with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got
Too much luggage, I carry 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 crib 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)
think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous (no)
My niggas cockin' and (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

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