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 come
I no love to the weak no respect
tell me life a gamble I holla bet
But outta no where this nigga a threat
And I aint break a sweat but she soaking wet
And just my logo for the money I jet
Theres no days off on my to success

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

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

This a jack move I kick down the
Im on my I hope you own yours
I close like my neighborhood stores
once reveled my jet code

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