Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

I'm blowin smoke with my top
I got my gun on me top
She started buttons I told her stop that
Can't front I was watching where cops at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I all my niggas locked out
So I roll a blunt for the times
We was just in the like "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch like
Me and Dev was doing and coronas
Getting money hard they was on us
And we still poor liqour for the
We smoke like we blow 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 couple G's on my bitches
at the screen as I hit reverse
Lightin up backin out of
My jewlery loud like 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 a Prayor scripture
Lord knows tryna make it up there ya
Until I light one up
strapped in case a nigga wanna run up
I'm still watched by rap
They still search me in the club like I'm strapped with
catch me pumpin out in backstreets
I might be out yo broad in the backseat... fucker

I just smoke trees in a safe place
But when I do I get a court 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 twelve steps
Smokin on refa, gettin on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers concerned real
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and learn to
Life too ain't got no reset
So do you want, not what they expect
And in the meantime Clockin checks
While you fly real high on paper jets fool
dreams come true