Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

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

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the screen as I hit
Lightin up backin out of
My jewlery like it's screaming
And when the last you seen him?
Shootin past, fast, european
Capital B on the gear
No breeze the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a scripture
Lord knows tryna make it up there ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in case a nigga run up
I'm watched by rap police
They still me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might me pumpin out in backstreets
I might be out yo broad 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. an asshole
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 book me to take twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz
Had my teachers concerned real
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and to skywalk
too short ain't got no reset
So do what you want, not they expect
And in the Clockin hella checks
While you fly real high on paper jets fool
Real dreams come