Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

One for the set that I rep
Your bet if you come come correct
I no love to the weak no respect
They me life a gamble I holla bet
But outta no where nigga became a threat
And I aint even break a but she soaking wet
And just my logo for the money I jet
Theres no off on my road to success

Long as that money on my theres no rest
When we have a deal we had to pay our self
Roddy just a I gave my self
Cause either she get right or get
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 city with money and sex

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

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

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

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