Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

This one is dedicated from to all ya'll
This out from the streets of Harlem to everywhere
Blow ya
And if you ride high, puts your up in the air
ya smoke

I'm blowin with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I told her stop
Can't front I was watching where cops at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I miss all my locked out
So I roll a blunt for the good
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
a bad bitch like Malona
Me and Dev was henny and coronas
Getting hustle hard they was on us
And we still poor liqour for the
We blow smoke we blow money
It's no joke but it's so
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho hate but the love me

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the screen as I hit
up backin out of Neman's
My jewlery like it's screaming
And the last time you seen him?
Shootin past, something fast,
Capital B on the shifta
No from the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a scripture
Lord tryna make it up there with ya
then I light one up
Stay strapped in case a nigga run up
I'm still by rap police
They still me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might catch me pumpin out in
I might be diggin out yo broad in the backseat...

I just wanna smoke trees in a safe
But when I do that I get a case
I get a P.O. an asshole
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get out by my mom and them
all the locks, won't let me in
I get mouth, I get a bad rep,
I get a book me to take twelve steps
on some refa, gettin on my Wiz khalifa
Had my concerned real talk
But to preach what I was
Master your high and to skywalk
too short ain't got no reset
So do what you want, not what expect
And in the meantime Clockin checks
While you fly real high on them paper fool
Real dreams true