Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
I gotta go
Aww

I find myself up in the sky again,
So sincere, my dear, when I I cry within
lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear
Represent the slums, nappy most of the year
(Nappy roots!)
Shouts out to aliyah, live the and very career
On my I gotcha picture, God pray witcha
It's all on us, boys in God we trust
what, this ya boy R. prophit whassup?

Nappy head and all, is the for me
Grab my yea and we trees
is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God for me, chose for me, chose for me

I love my apple home, gave my favorite brush away
Went bald headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It could be my lucky day, nappy shirted up the
I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' somethin' with my trucks and blades

Let that man speak, step up grab all my
you with my balls and my word in every handshake
You straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate of a pancake
Used to picture at the NFL draft
I just remove the lens cap
But I still kept my and my chinstrap
I dread it all for a hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, black

Being average is okay, different is alright
Long as you in your means
Then you you keepin' it real with yo'self
And that's nappy there

Nappy and all, is the life for me
my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, for me
head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got
Limo tint, but see we it like it's a Benz
Clamp like a pimp
(Puff like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners players won't attempt
slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure
Nappy be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer'
What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country till we

we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My is in the slums and the people that's near
They me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu ugly dang
nothin' left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots done paid the
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga this one for you
You in the way, get out the
We comin' through, with to prove
Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' what we to do

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the God chose for me, chose for me
head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me