Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Sweat And Gears

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Take this to roll up
your lighters
[Verse 1:
Laced, David Robinson's wally
Matte black paint, polished
Da Fuck you said I ain't hear it
Too much money in my ear
The end result of two in one year
Blood and gears
in between the racing stripes
We day err night
Alternative
I ain't for her pussy boy
trill JET shit, just enjoy
That's yo but she still a jet miss
Give her direction to the and a check list
Arriving shortly the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellant my new
Maintain the
Let ya take a grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you with a lil
I the weed man though
But if you give me 15 minutes call my folk, he'll be at the door
Connecting four, marine on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders that make the jump
You already know ain't gotta ya bout it partner
Yo stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
2: Fiend]
Rolling can do something for you
No matter what you be goin
flow
Ten grams of potassium
I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trade water in the
standing in
I'm up moving drug trafficking
Tell her get I'm getting fat again
I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love give me your mouth again
Got to movie on, you'll be acting in
Life is like free
Some things ya gone
Some ya make
Don't rush, wait
I pape time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent
I never compromise my
Smoke not cess
Why cry I'm
Aw me the bail out
The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail
Jets in the club on tour
in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
I'm general building, international
Louie scarf, diamond-wear smoking one with the
full of vinyl
All bars are
Leather is wrists first name, not Lionel
jones
Curren$y the
Alchemist my
Tell them go figure