Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
I gotta go
Aww

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

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

I love my apple home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from bald headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to
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
Greet you with my and my word in every handshake
You damn straight, you worthless queer, price landscape
Awake, to a plate of a pancake
Used to picture at the NFL draft
I couldn't remove the lens cap
But I still my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
I it all for a pimp hat
Big hog, new rag-top, pitch black

Being average is okay, being different is
Long as you stay in means
Then you know you it real with yo'self
And that's nappy right

Nappy and all, is the life for me
my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God for me, chose 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 Seville, but got spend
Limo tint, but see we it like it's a Benz
somethin' like a pimp
(Puff like a pimp)
I'm corners most players won't attempt
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and and back and fer'
What the ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country we fall

we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people that's
They love me dang, do for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu call dang
With 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 shit to
Ain't nan thing you can me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do

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