Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

This one is dedicated from Harlem to all
This goes out from the of Harlem to everywhere
ya smoke
And if you ride high, puts lighters up in the air
ya smoke

I'm blowin smoke my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I her stop that
front I was watching where them cops at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I all my niggas locked out
So I roll a blunt for the times
We was just in the like "Good Times"
Keep a bad like Malona
Me and Dev was henny and coronas
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we still poor liqour for the
We blow smoke like we blow
It's no joke but so funny
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho hate but the love me

a couple G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
up backin out of Neman's
My jewlery like it's screaming
And when the time you seen him?
Shootin past, something fast,
B on the gear shifta
No breeze the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god like a Prayor scripture
knows tryna make it up there with ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in case a wanna run up
I'm still by rap police
They still me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might catch me out in backstreets
I might be diggin out yo in the backseat... fucker

I just wanna smoke trees in a safe
But when I do that I get a case
I get a P.O. who's an
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get out by my mom and them
Changin all the locks, let me in
I get mouth, I get a bad rep,
I get a tellin me to take twelve steps
on some refa, gettin on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers concerned real
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and learn to
Life too ain't got no reset
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime Clockin checks
While you fly real high on them paper jets
dreams come true