Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

This one is dedicated Harlem to all ya'll
goes out from the streets 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 stop
Can't front I was where them cops at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I miss all my niggas out
So I roll a blunt for the good
We was just in the like "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch Malona
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hustle they was on us
And we still poor liqour for the
We blow 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 couple G's on my bitches
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
up backin out of Neman's
My jewlery loud it's screaming
And when the last time you seen
past, something fast, european
Capital B on the gear
No breeze the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a Prayor
Lord knows tryna it up there with ya
Until I light one up
Stay strapped in a nigga wanna run up
I'm watched by rap police
still search me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might catch me pumpin out in
I might be diggin out yo in the backseat... fucker

I just smoke trees in a safe place
But I do that I get a court case
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 book me to take twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz
Had my concerned real talk
But to preach what I was
Master your and learn to skywalk
Life too short ain't got no
So do what you want, not they expect
And in the meantime hella checks
While you fly real high on paper jets fool
Real dreams come