Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

This one is from Harlem 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
Blow ya

I'm blowin with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin I told her stop that
Can't I was watching where them cops at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I all my niggas locked out
So I roll a for the good times
We was in the slums like "Good Times"
Keep a bad like Malona
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we still liqour for the goners
We smoke like we blow money
It's no joke but so funny
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho hate but the hoes me

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the screen as I hit
Lightin up out of Neman's
My jewlery loud like it's
And the last time you seen him?
past, something fast, european
Capital B on the shifta
No breeze from the let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a scripture
Lord knows tryna it up there with ya
then I light one up
Stay strapped in a nigga wanna run up
I'm watched by rap police
They still search me in the club I'm strapped with heat
Might me pumpin out in backstreets
I might be out yo broad in the backseat... fucker

I just wanna trees in a safe place
But when I do I get a court case
I get a P.O. an asshole
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get out by my mom and them
all the locks, won't 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 what I was taught
Master your and learn to skywalk
too short ain't got no reset
So do you want, not what they expect
And in the meantime Clockin hella
you fly real high on them paper jets fool
Real come true