Luyện nghe bài hát Stare

Seein' things isn't a good enough
When you are sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon'
Bein' things you imagined
The up the air
I you ain't just gon' stare

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

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

Just got signin' a deal, uh
Just got through the seal, ayy
She on the for a thrill, uh
She know that that's I can give
Dolla don't no mo' kids, uh
Dolla want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don't 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 hit some new twins
passed on a lick
Still got act' in the
Ran it up on the
See you and shit

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

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

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

Get you anything but a ring
up in that Medellin
That coke white and Off-White
the supermodels only 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 that
Superfly, I'm fly
So, why, psh

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

Keep through 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 don't like

All the shit that I 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, that's my
Need to clean her panties up
Smokin' soon as your man get up
She with me she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the
And no, I can't say that I her (uh)
I'm puttin' KK in the (yeah)

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

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