Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Sweat And Gears

[**feat.
Take this to roll up
your lighters
[Verse 1:
Laced, David Robinson's wally
black paint, polished rims
Da Fuck you I ain't hear it clear
Too much money in my ear
The end result of two albums in one
Blood and gears
Life in the racing stripes
We day err night
Alternative
I looking for her pussy boy
This trill JET shit, just
That's yo but she still a jet miss
Give her to the tele and a check list
Arriving with the items I requested
the frame with that Jive nigga repellant my new plane
Maintain the
Let ya take a couple grams home if you my
Eyeball you with a lil
I ain't the weed man
But if you me 15 minutes I'll 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 the chevy jump
You already know ain't gotta tell ya it partner
Yo stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
2: Fiend]
Rolling can do something for you
No matter what you be goin
Execution
Ten grams of potassium
Streets I roam, Mama praying the Vatican
My life feels like trade in the ocean
Who's in
I'm dopes up drug trafficking
Tell her get dough I'm getting fat
I do to get my love warm, laugh again
Say love don't give me mouth again
Got to movie later on, be acting in
Life is like free
things ya gone miss
Some things ya
rush, don't wait
I call time travel machine
It can get ya there faster but it can't a permanent sleep
I compromise my fresh
kush not cess
Why cry I'm
Aw me the bail out
The ones I call my ten in a jail house
smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans all new bonjour
I'm general building, jones
scarf, diamond-wear smoking one with the homies
Walls of vinyl
All bars are
Leather is your wrists name, not Lionel
International
Curren$y the
my nigga
Tell them ladies go