Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

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

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

D flow, fuck it better yet Durant
Skinny as I am I my city on my back
I stay up that helps me relax
I get it if she throw that ass back
Shorty ride until the wheels go
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 I hope you own yours
I close like my neighborhood stores
Never once reveled my jet

We stack dough till shit overflow
I fall back when these hoes pay me
Why smile when shit aint no joke
Cause all we is hustlin' till you croke
Jet Life, Jets Go Go
Sure 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 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