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

I'm blowin with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I her stop that
front I was watching where them cops at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I miss all my locked out
So I roll a for the good times
We was in the slums like "Good Times"
a bad bitch like Malona
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we poor 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 sho hate but the hoes love me

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
Lightin up out of Neman's
My jewlery loud it's screaming
And when the last time you him?
Shootin past, 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 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 might be out yo broad in the backseat... fucker

I just wanna smoke in a safe place
But I do that I get a court case
I get a P.O. an asshole
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 twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz
Had my teachers concerned talk
But to preach I was taught
your high and learn to skywalk
Life too short ain't got no
So do you want, not what they expect
And in the meantime Clockin hella
While you fly real high on them jets fool
Real come true