Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

I'm blowin smoke with my top
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I her stop that
Can't front I was watching where them at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I miss all my niggas out
So I roll a for the good times
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
a bad bitch like Malona
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we still poor for the goners
We blow like 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 as I hit reverse
Lightin up backin out of
My jewlery loud like it's
And the last time you seen him?
past, something fast, european
Capital B on the 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
then I light one up
Stay in case a nigga wanna run up
I'm watched by rap police
They still search me in the club like I'm with heat
catch me pumpin out in backstreets
I might be diggin out yo broad in the backseat...

I just wanna trees in a safe place
But when I do that I get a court
I get a P.O. who's an
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 tellin me to take twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz
Had my teachers concerned talk
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and to skywalk
Life too short got no reset
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime Clockin checks
While you fly high on them paper jets fool
Real come true