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, I leave I cry within
lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear
Represent the slums, nappy through most of the
(Nappy roots!)
Shouts out to aliyah, the life and very career
On my wall I gotcha picture, God witcha
It's all on us, nappy in God we trust
Regardless what, ya boy R. prophit whassup?

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

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

Let that man speak, step up all my meat
Greet you with my balls and my word in handshake
You damn straight, you worthless queer, 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 dread it all for a hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch

average is okay, being different is alright
Long as you in your means
you know you keepin' it real with yo'self
And that's right there

Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the 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'm in the '81 Seville, but got spend
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like it's a
somethin' like a pimp
(Puff somethin' a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners most players won't
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and and fer'
What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country we fall

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

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