Luyện nghe bài hát Blood, Sweat & Gears

Take opportunity to roll up
your lighters

[Verse 1:
Laced, Robinson's ? moccasins
Matt paint polished rims
Fuck you said I ain't it clear
Too much money in my ear
The end result of two albums in one
Blood sweat and
in between the racing stripes
We break day and
lifestyle
I ain't looking for her boy
This jet shit, just enjoy
That's yo but she still a jet miss
her direction to the tele and a check list
Arriving shortly the items I requested
Reinforce the with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams if you my folk
Eyeball you a little
I ain't the the man though
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my he be at the door
Connecting four, batteries on the side of my trunk
To go with them other four batteries piling the pumps
It's the juice and cylinders that make the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya it partner
Yo bitch stay talkin and you eavesdropping

[Verse 2:
trees can do something for you
No matter you be goin through
Execution
Ten thousand grams of
Streets I roam, praying like the Vatican
My life feels like treading water in the
standing in
I'm dopes up moving trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat
What I do to get my love warm, again
Say love don't give me mouth again
Got to move it, later on you'll be them
Life is free throws
Some ya gone miss
things ya make
Don't rush, don't
I pape time travel machine
It can get ya there but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never my fresh
Smoke not cess
Why cry I'm
Aw lend me the out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a house
Jets smoking in the club on
in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm building, international jones
And Louie scarfs there smoking one with the homies
full of vinyl
All are final
Leather is your wrists first name, not
International
Curren$y the
my nigga
Tell them go figure