Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

I'm smoke with 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 them at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I miss all my locked out
So I roll a blunt for the times
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch Malona
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we still liqour for the goners
We blow smoke like we money
no joke but it's so funny
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho hate but the love me

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

I just wanna smoke trees in a place
But when I do that I get a case
I get a P.O. who's an
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get cussed out by my mom and
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 some refa, on my Wiz khalifa
Had my concerned real talk
But to preach I was taught
Master high and learn to skywalk
Life too short got no reset
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime hella checks
you fly real high on them paper jets fool
Real come true