Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

Jet (x3)
And if it dont make bread it right

One time for the set I rep
Your best bet if you come correct
I show no love to the weak no
They me life a gamble I holla bet
But outta no where this nigga became a
And I aint even break a but she soaking wet
And just like my for the money I jet
no days off on my road to success

Long as money on my mind theres no rest
we aint have a deal we had to pay our self
Roddy a name I gave my self
Cause she get right or get left
But before I got unpacked she undressed
Word, recognize real I guess
So till Im dead and gone its at your neck
Im in a city with murder and sex

D Wade flow, fuck it better yet
Skinny as I am I tote my city on my
I highed up that helps me relax
I get it if she throw that ass back
Shorty ride until the go flat
I stay strapped and my gone clap
In the fast lane to the mat
To the floor, way better then before

a jack move I kick down the door
Im on my grind I you own yours
I never close like my neighborhood
Never reveled my jet code

We stack dough till that shit
I fall when these hoes pay me close
Why smile when that shit aint no
Cause all we know is hustlin' till you
Jet Life, Go Jets Go
Sure you pray, we gone blow
Its hard to breath around all this gun
Man weed get me to high to be gettin it for the low

I said this get me to high to be gettin it for the low
Its hard to breath all this gun smoke
Man this weed get me to high to be it for the low