Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

One for the set that I rep
Your best bet if you come correct
I no love to the weak no respect
They tell me life a gamble I bet
But outta no this nigga became a threat
And I aint even break a sweat but she wet
And just like my logo for the I jet
Theres no 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 just a I gave my self
Cause either she get or get left
But before even I got unpacked she
Word, Real real I guess
So till Im dead and gone its Jets at your
Im in a city with money and sex

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

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

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

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