Luyện nghe bài hát Blow

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

One time for the set I rep
best bet if you come come correct
I no love to the weak no respect
They tell me 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 like my for the money I jet
Theres no days off on my road to

Long as that 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 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 murder money and sex

D Wade flow, it better yet Durant
Skinny as I am I my city on my back
I stay highed up that me relax
I get it if she throw that ass back
Shorty until the wheels go flat
I stay strapped and my track 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 never close my neighborhood stores
Never once my jet code

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