Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
Well I go
Aww

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

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

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

Let that man speak, step up all my meat
you with my balls and my word in every handshake
You damn straight, you queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate of a homemade
Used to picture myself at the NFL
I just couldn't remove the cap
But I kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
I it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, black

Being average is okay, being is alright
Long as you stay in means
Then you know you keepin' it real with
And that's nappy there

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

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

we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the and the people that's near
They me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a outta whattchu call ugly dang
With left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots done the dues
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 tell me observin' what we 'bout to do

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