Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

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

Spend a couple G's on my bitches
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
Lightin up out of Neman's
My jewlery loud like screaming
And the last 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 blessed like a scripture
Lord knows tryna make it up there ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in case a wanna run up
I'm still by rap police
They still search me in the club like I'm strapped with
Might catch me pumpin out in
I might be diggin out yo broad in the backseat...

I just wanna smoke trees in a place
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 tellin me to take twelve
Smokin on refa, gettin on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers real talk
But to preach I was taught
Master your and learn to skywalk
Life too short ain't got no
So do you want, not what they expect
And in the meantime hella checks
you fly real high on them paper jets fool
Real come true