Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

I'm blowin smoke my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started buttons I told her stop that
Can't I was watching where them cops at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I all my niggas locked out
So I a blunt for the good times
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch like
Me and Dev was henny and coronas
Getting hustle hard they 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 hate but the love me

a couple G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
Lightin up backin out of
My jewlery loud it's screaming
And when the last time you him?
past, something fast, european
Capital B on the shifta
No from the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a scripture
knows tryna make it up there with ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in case a nigga run up
I'm still watched by rap
still search me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might catch me pumpin out in
I be diggin out yo broad in the backseat... fucker

I wanna smoke trees in a safe place
But when I do I get a court case
I get a P.O. who's an
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 tellin me to twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers real talk
But to what I was taught
Master high and learn to skywalk
Life too short ain't got no
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime Clockin checks
While you fly real high on them paper jets
Real dreams come