Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Sweat And Gears

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Take this to roll up
Locate lighters
1: Curren$y]
Laced, David wally moccasins
Matte black paint, rims
Da Fuck you said I ain't it clear
Too much money in my ear
The end result of two in one year
sweat and gears
Life in the racing stripes
We break day err
Alternative
I looking for her pussy boy
This trill JET shit, enjoy
That's yo wifey but she a jet miss
Give her direction to the and a check list
Arriving shortly with the items I
Reinforce the frame with that nigga repellant my new plane
the smoke
Let ya take a couple grams if you my folk
Eyeball you a lil something
I ain't the weed man
But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folk, be at the door
Connecting four, marine on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries powering the pumps
It's the juice and them cylinders make the chevy jump
You know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
Yo bitch stay and you steady eavesdropping
2: Fiend]
Rolling can do something for you
No what you be goin through
Execution
Ten thousand grams of
Streets I roam, praying like the Vatican
My feels like trade water in the ocean
Who's in
I'm dopes up moving trafficking
Tell her get I'm getting fat again
What I do to get my love warm, again
Say love give me your mouth again
Got to movie later on, be acting in
Life is free throws
things ya gone miss
Some things ya
rush, don't wait
I call pape time machine
It can get ya faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my
Smoke kush not
Why cry I'm
Aw me the bail out
The ones I call my ten in a jail house
Jets smoking in the on tour
Born in New Orleans all new friends
I'm general building, international
Louie scarf, diamond-wear smoking one with the
Walls of vinyl
All are final
Leather is your wrists name, not Lionel
jones
Curren$y the
Alchemist my
Tell ladies go figure