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
ya smoke
And if you ride high, puts your up in the air
ya smoke

I'm smoke with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started buttons I told her stop that
Can't front I was watching where them at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I miss all my locked out
So I roll a blunt for the good
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch Malona
Me and Dev was doing henny and
Getting money hard they was on us
And we still liqour for the goners
We blow smoke we blow money
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 purse
Lookin at the screen as I hit
up backin out of Neman's
My jewlery like it's screaming
And when the last time you seen
Shootin past, fast, european
Capital B on the shifta
No breeze from the 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 in case a nigga wanna run up
I'm still watched by rap
They search 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 wanna smoke trees in a safe place
But I do that I get a court case
I get a P.O. who's an
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get cussed out by my mom and
all the locks, won't let me in
I get mouth, I get a bad rep,
I get a tellin me to take twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers concerned talk
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and learn to
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 them jets fool
Real dreams true