Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

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

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

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

This a move I kick down the door
Im on my grind I hope you own
I never like my neighborhood stores
Never once reveled my jet

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

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