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 lighters up in the air
Blow ya

I'm blowin smoke my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I told her that
Can't front I was watching them cops at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I all my niggas 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 henny 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 niggas sho but the hoes love me

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
at the screen as I hit reverse
Lightin up out of Neman's
My loud like it's screaming
And when the last you seen him?
Shootin past, fast, european
Capital B on the shifta
No breeze from the let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed a Prayor scripture
knows tryna make it up there with ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in case a wanna run up
I'm still by rap police
They still search me in the club like I'm strapped heat
catch me pumpin out in backstreets
I might be 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. 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 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 expect
And in the meantime hella checks
you fly real high on them paper jets fool
Real dreams true